It was just too tempting to choose a home-made cup cake, but, I did not. It was also tempting to think about munching a slice of the home-made banana cake, but, I did not. Instead I chose home-made carrot and orange soup with seeded bread. The soup arrived in an early 20th century bone china soup bowl, which sat on a rectangular plate, which, as you will have guessed by now, was also old bone china and had the remains a gold lined edge. The bread rested on it. How many storage cupboards had the crockery lived in; what kind of tea tables had it graced, it did look loved and used; what kind of food had been made and presented to the family or guests using the china? So many questions to be asked, the answers to which, can only be guessed at.
|Similar to one of the many the styles of early 20th century china in use in the café||(courtesy of ebay)|
The arrival of my blueberry scone and home-made raspberry jam in a large heavy cut glass condiment dish, broke into my reveries of the various possible social histories of the crockery. The jam spoon handle sticking out of the hole for it in the lid, had a medallion of decorated porcelain finishing it off with a flourish. Every little detail was thought about. My pot of tea arrived covered with a hand-knitted tea cosy, which had a little funnel (knitted) on top; I guess I could have accessed the pot lid via it, if I had wanted too.
On the way home, I gave a lift to a young couple laden with full backpacks, who were hitch-hiking. I dropped them off on a main road South, where they were very likely to get another lift on route to their destination.