A nice cup of tea

Seldom has a cup of tea tasted so good.

It had been a long and tiring day, followed by a very early start, so we didn’t mind that it was served with hot milk, that it was somewhere around 30C and that we were sitting in the sunshine where in the background, we could hear a weird interpretation of O Come All Ye Faithful. We set off on a new adventure yesterday, celebrating Edward’s birthday with our annual jolly.

Maybe you know where we are, or perhaps you can guess? The clue is that parts of our hotel were built by the same company as the Sydney Harbour Bridge and the Tyne Bridge amongst other similarly grand achievements. But we’re a long way from Mbro, whatever it might say on the stairs.