Forum Calcionapoli

One of the traditions in my family has been to take our afternoon tea in the garden room.  We’ve been doing it since I was little, and now I continue that tradition with my own children and grandchildren.  The room has been renovated a time or two, and replaced once after an incident with some old tinder and my uncle Tim’s cigar, but the memories and the tradition remain the same.  I particularly appreciate the good insulation of the new building.  The other was a bit drafty, which fit with the memories I had as a little girl but which weren’t so good for these old bones.