Two lovely black teas today. DavidsTea offered us a breakfast blend, so we had that with our oatmeal this morning. We’ve saved some of it for tomorrow too, because we love a good loose leaf breakfast blend, even if we’ve been living off of Yorkshire for months. There’s nothing wrong with Yorkshire tea, to be clear. We’re just infamously snobbish about tea and aren’t about to change any time soon.
Then we had Spring Darjeeling from Germany. This never got very dark, but insisted on pouring out in a lovely golden colour. But it still brewed up strong, so we checked to see if there was any green tea mixed in, because sometimes that happens with Darjeeling blends. Not this one. This is uncomplicated Indian black tea, thanks for asking, and that was or reminder that Indian tea always pours out lighter. We forgot because see above about all those months of Yorkshire.
(Fun fact: we can’t drink Twinnings any more. We thought at first it was the decaf blend up at the lake that was giving us headaches but it’s all Twinnings all the time. It just doesn’t have enough caffeine next to Yorkshire.)
But we were talking about Darjeelings. This one was a lovely blend. There were two packets and we used them to bookend the day; one at elevenses and another after a walk through the ravine in the dying light. The sunset was particularly lovely. We always try to catch the last of the light on St Lucy’s Day just because there’s so little of it. It’s not like Scotland, where the sun was down by half three, and no doubt even that is more than other places. Still, when you’re stuck at a computer talking into a camera all day you start to get starved for sun.
So we ran the dogs in the last of it and then we came back and gave them their tea (Northern English usage) while we had our tea (standard usage).
Because it’s St Lucy’s Day, here’s what Donne has to say about it. You really want to read this with the light dying at half three on the East Coast of Scotland, but ah well. We can’t be choosy.
Nocturne Upon St Lucy’s Day