It was our wedding anniversary recently, so my hubby and I celebrated in what’s become a traditional way for us – high tea.
When we were married six years ago, that was what we did. Our reception involved a high tea for our sixty guests at a beautiful villa in the countryside just outside Hobart.
Six years on, it was just the two of us, but we recaptured the delightful spirit of that magical day at the gorgeous Hobart Town Tearooms.
As you can see from the images, there was all the English tradition of tiered cake stands and lovely fine bone china, and, of course, all the quintessential afternoon tea fare of dainty ribbon sandwiches; cucumber circles; scones, jam and cream; chocolates, and that massive slice of Victoria sponge that seems to dominate the photo of us taken at the table. It was absolutely scrumptious!
I, of course, frocked up in a new, yellow daisy, prom dress – and I even cajoled Dave into wearing some matchy-matchy gear!
High tea and dresses are, of course, front and centre in my debut novel, Addressed.