I’ve written about taking afternoon tea before and it’s still ‘a thing’ in this house. Yesterday, between the showers we popped over for a stroll around the stones at Avebury and the Manor garden followed by high tea. (More march than stroll to allow for calorific cake consumption).The table was laid with mix and match china, 1930s tunes played quietly in the background, there was proper tea and coffee in pots and the cake was deliciously naughty . My cheese scone was beautifully moist and came with a dish of spicy homemade tomato chutney and there wasn’t a mobile phone in sight. (Every mother’s dream.) As a family we had a proper natter of the kind that is difficult when there are five busy people in a house with competing sporting, school and work commitments, making sitting down together more of a rarity than it used to be.
A glance around the tearoom revealed plenty of smiling faces engaged in relaxed conversations. I guess it’s what the Swedes create when they indulge in the art of fika- meeting up for coffee and cake, even if it’s for 15 minutes. School staff rooms up and down the country would do well to encourage some fika, even if it’s only once a week. If I was a Head I’d be baking on Thursday evenings in preparation for our Friday fika. In fact, it might not be a bad idea for the new term.
And at home with the eldest about to make his way in the world at University a spot of fika once a week is precious time well-spent.