First tea in Cumbria

I'm in England's lovely Lake District.

Cumbria to be more specific.

Keswick to be exact.

After flying in yesterday and immediately visiting the U.K.'s only working slate mine (for a change of pace), this morning we woke up, had a full cooked Cumbrian breakie and then went for a four hour hike, all dramatic peaks and coastlines. The sun was shining and the sky was blue (apparently, for the first time in six weeks, so the local hikers tell us.)

A simply gorgeous day, followed by my first proper pot of tea.

My morning ritual

Damn. Looks like more snow. More shovelling. More slush. More red noses and cold toes. 

Why not take the edge off like I do? With a mug of sweet tea: Orange pekoe steeped in the mug for no more than a minute, then spiked with milk and the best honey I can find. (My honey du jour is from Arlo's Honey Farm in Kelowna, BC.) 

It wakes me up, hits me in the brain and makes me smile every time.