Devonshire Inn

... as much of the town by car as possible but when the rain and wind finally slow down a tad we head for a devonshire tea but there is no room at the inn, off to the bakehouse it is. We brave the winds and wonder through the town and then head back to ...

... Lovely to be somewhere cooler and nice to feel the weight of those thai curries shifting!  Although not for long as we piled a Devonshire cream tea down our throats at the Ye Olde Smokehouse Inn.  A lovely little pub that smelled just like an old ladies ...

... of tiny tracks that run through an area called Buxton Country Park.  This 100 acre wood planted by the Duke of Devonshire in 1820 is confusing with a profusion of tracks going in every direction.  However, Debby's inbuilt sense of direction ...

... just south of the town. Not sure whether to have lunch or morning tea. The decision was made with the sight of yet another Devonshire tea...although they don't call it that. Scone and cream and jam and coffee. I saw a postcard which had a picture of a ...

... if it really works but it was nice to have a swim around in the warm pool and spa and relax. Our entry ticket included devonshire tea so we enjoyed that in the rotunda afterwards and made that our late lunch. We drove through town and out to Lavandula ...

... churches and a great harbour. But allow plenty of time to get back up as it is a big walk! Next stop was Tintagel for a Devonshire Tea. Was great. Walked to the ruins of a 12th Century Castle which was built on the ruins of a 6th Century Castle-supposedly ...

... at a cafe but once we were inside the cafe turned into a quaint English Tearoom and we were both compelled to order the Devonshire cream tea (mine with a diet coke instead of tea though!) ans we were served with 2 huge scones jam and cream and Gemma had ...

... we had about 200km’s to travel. The drive saw us join the New England Hwy, were hoping to have morning tea, perhaps a “Devonshire” in Scone. It became to running joke with the kids – a scone in scone!  All the talk in the car ...

... and a long way still to go we didn't spend any time there and headed on, stopping once to satisfy my craving for a real devonshire tea with clotted cream....a Cornish staple. Then on to St Austell where we planned to stop the night. Once again we were in ...

... market but Tess and I still found something to buy. Jay was given something from a man so he was happy. AND there was a Devonshire tea stand which we all enjoyed. Also at Adelaide River is poor old Charlie (stuffed) from Crocodile Dundee. Do you remember ...

... in Westminster and elsewhere across Greater London regularly hold Sunday services. We end the Ancient London walk in Devonshire Square, gaining access to a business courtyard often closed to the public, admiring a horse sculpture in honor ...

... would catch quite a few people out but she was doing a fair bit of trade so people must have been desperate for a Devonshire tea. Well Mataranka still was as I remembered, certainly seems to have alcohol issues here with the indigenous people in town. ...