Finally got time to sit down for a “proper cuppa”. Sunday afternoon Tea was the religious moment of the week in my childhood. A great big pot of tea by the fire, with hot crumpets if you were lucky.
I’ve been thinking of some of those English quirks recently - my Dad’s coming to visit this summer. I’m not sure what he’s expecting… So I made crumpets because it’s easier to make them than to try to explain them to my American friends, maybe they’ll make my dad feel at home when he gets here.
Signs of Spring are showing up everywhere; the Swans are back at Sunshine Creek, Cranes and Gulls flying overhead too. The snow is a disgusting shade of grey, revealing all that buried stuff you’d forgotten, and the local girls are dancing all night at the Fairview with the new batch of climbers.
Our first guests of the season are due in this week; more climbers heading up to the Alaska Range. I think we’re almost ready for them! Seems we have to re-arrange everything at the beginnig of every seasonal shift; moving beds, couches and the piano, blitzing the office… Trying to feel less ‘at home’ and more ‘at work’.
