A quick mid-week trip to Emma Bridgewater as No2 was overcome with the need to procure a teapot to take back to uni. Never one to shy away from a bit of pottery-perving I managed to restrain myself to bringing home just the one mug.
The cafe, as always, was irresistible. And full. With one table of the grumpiest people I've encountered for a long while. The only disappointment being that instead of a pot of tea you now get a teabag in a mug. Albeit a stylish mug.