Make cream tea, not war

Country Life Every Week - - Letters To The Editor -

YOUR ar­ti­cle on clot­ted cream ( May 25) took me back to the sum­mer of 1939. War was im­mi­nent and I was sent back to board­ing school in late Au­gust rather than Septem­ber. Rookes­bury Park was sit­u­ated in Wick­ham, Hamp­shire, high above and be­hind Portsmouth Dock­yard, a lo­ca­tion more suited to army guns than school­child­ren. Thus, we were evac­u­ated to Hac­combe House, out­side New­ton Ab­bot, one of Devon’s coun­try houses.

As I re­call, it was one of the warm­est Bri­tish sum­mers and, one fine Sun­day af­ter­noon, our head­mistress took us sixth-for­m­ers to a nearby farm for a cream tea as a treat. De­spite my worry about my fa­ther at sea with the Royal Navy and the dread of what hor­rors might await us in the com­ing war, I shall al­ways re­mem­ber the peace of the gar­den, the heart­break­ing beauty of the coun­try­side and that won­der­ful Devon cream. Va­lerie Leir, Canada

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