This week, in Cavendish Hospital in Buxton, and at Newholme Hospital in Bakewell, we’ve been talking about tea. From elevenses to afternoon tea, we passed around different kinds of teabag, discussed facts and questions about tea, and even drank some!
We wrote two very different kinds of poems. At Cavendish Hospital, we imagined ourselves in Hargreaves Edwardian tearoom in Buxton, enjoying a posh afternoon tea.
Posh Tea Time
No need for mugs and beakers
Only the finest bone china for us
We’ll go to Hargreaves Edwardian tearooms
Enjoying ourselves just like the Queen does.
We’ll make our choice of the finest tea
Peppermint, assam, ginger or Earl Grey
Cucumber sandwiches without the crust
Scones with jam and cream – we could eat all day!
Victorian sponge and lemon drizzle
Buttered teacakes are a must
Fondant fancies and chocolate fudge
Feel so full, you think you’d bust.
Tablecloths and lacy doilies
Waitresses’ frilly aprons and hats
Silver spoons tinkle in china cups
We feel we’ve got the cream, like the fat cats!
At Newholme Hospital, we wrote a more free-form poem, based on our discussions about tea, and our tea-related memories.
The Art of tea making
In the old days, they warmed the pot
People don’t bother these days.
Grandma has a huge brown teapot,
Warmed next to the range.
she would make cups of tea for anyone
The bin men filled their billy cans
And warmed the cockles of the Italians –
POWs, clearing the snow, in that harsh winter of ’47,
Even though the tea was on ration.
2 oz per person – PG Tips, Typhoo, Brooke Bond
Later, chimps drank tea on adverts. TV was black and white
And ITV had just begun.
We stuck pictures from tea cards into scrap books.
Sugar lumps came in packets of two.
There was no artificial sweeteners or sickly saccharine.
Now you can get all sorts of tea everywhere,
And the choice is rather overwhelming.