in a picturesque little village called harome in north yorkshire,
the whitfields stopped for afternoon tea on monday.
we sat in the garden of a hotel called the pheasant.
if you're ever nearby, i'd recommend it.
the scones were magic darts and see those little cakes with three yellow balls on ?
they were incredible. the yellow bits were balls of pear and they were sitting in a coffee-ish flavoured creme on a soft biscuit-y base.
one of the other cakes tasted ( in my opinion ) of lamb but apart from that one it was
a most successful afternoon tea. beef and mustard sandwiches, scones, nice cakes
and good strong coffee.
two thumbs up for the pheasant hotel, harome.