My grandmother has never been tall. And while, with age, her height has shortened, she seems to be more and more full of love. When I was a young girl, I was always very tall for my age. A long time ago, while I was still shorter than her, she made me a deal:
‘When you can look me in the eyes, I’ll take you for tea and scones.’
So, she did. And while I kept growing up, we’ve managed to find a few times to continue the tradition. Tea and scones. A very small part of my British heritage.
While in Edinburgh, Chelsea and I stumbled upon a little tea house, tucked away at the end of the main street. Named after Robbie Burns’ lover, Clarinda, the tea house had all the charm of your grandmother’s house. It was vintage in the most untrendy way. And we liked it that way. Our tea and scones may not have been on TimeOut’s top ten list, but the view of our recent hike up Arthur’s seat through the window, and the cluttered, homey feel of the room, made me feel right at home.