Make cream tea, not war
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