After all that walking and looking, your legs will start to complain. That’s when you stumble upon the tea room. It’s not fancy. It’s better than fancy. It’s the kind of place where the scones are the size of your fist and the tea is served in a pot that could double as a weapon.
You will eat cake. You will feel judged by the politely indifferent birds outside the window. They’ve seen it all. They know you’re having a second slice of Victoria sponge. Live your truth.
The tea room smells like butter and jam and childhood. You’ll sit there, sweaty from the walk, with crumbs on your shirt, and think, “This is exactly where I’m supposed to be right now.” It’s a low-stakes triumph.
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