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Great literary tea parties (oh, and ours)

We can't promise sandwiches of unknown nature, or a mad hatter. But there will be cake

21 June 2014

9:00 AM

21 June 2014

9:00 AM

Every summer this magazine invites some of its (randomly selected) subscribers to tea in the garden. Every Englishman loves tea and the pages of English literature are richly adorned with tea-time scenes.

Perhaps the most gluttonous teas are to be found in Daphne du Maurier’s Rebecca. From her exile abroad, the narrator remembers tea-time at Manderley with relish: ‘Those dripping crumpets, I can see them now.

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