The Woodhouse

For those of you who know the tiny community of Kinlochard, here’s a question – what would a group of fifty Russians and Greeks be doing in the village? While you are cogitating let us tell you why we are here. As if our Trossachs correspondents don’t do enough, scouring places like Gibraltar and Lithuania for scones, they very kindly invited us to a ‘Scottish’ night at the village hall … they have already had very successful Indian and Italian nights. What a night it was … excellent Scottish themed food and drink, and even better company. Just walking the half mile from the house to the hall was exciting … us townies tend to forget what ‘dark’ means until you are in a place like this … it’s dark! Goodness knows how Rob Roy and his merry band got around without iPhone torches! Unlike larger towns and cities, little places like Kinlochard certainly know how to generate community spirit … and it’s a really nice experience. There were no Russians or Greeks at our night however.

View across Loch Ard with Ben Lomond in the distance
Loch Ard with Ben Lomond in the distance

The next day was beautiful. After a wee walk round the village we had to head for home  but decided to visit Flanders Moss on the way. Having attended a fascinating Scottish Wildlife Trust talk about the Moss the previous week we thought we should check it out. Again, it is one of these places that you know of as one of Scotland’s chief defences against the English in times gone by and as a place you drive past frequently … but not as a place you actually ever visit.

View from the viewing tower at Flanders Moss
part of Flanders Moss with Ben Lomond on the left and Ben Ledi on the right

It’s a designated National Nature Reserve and now it has a magnificent high viewing platform that provides a brilliant vantage point looking out towards Aberfoyle and the Lake of Menteith. Don’t think there is any connection with Flanders in Belgium, the name seems to be a corruption of an old gaelic word. On the edge of the Moss near to Kippen you come to The Woodhouse, another of these café farm shops that seem to be popping up everywhere. Interior view of the Woodhouse Café, KippenYou would think there would be a cut-off point where there were too many and they would become  unsustainable … not yet, they all seem to be really busy and The Woodhouse is no exception. After our walk, lunch was definitely order of the day however there was no way we could pass up the chance of a scone test so that you, dear sconeys, can know that on your own visit to Flanders Moss it is safe to come here for sustenance … the things we do! They are quite big so we decided to share one between the four of us … one of the biggest testing panels we have ever assembled, a sort of scone version of Strictly. Scones at the Woodhouse Café, KippenThe tea and scone was presented beautifully with an eclectic range of crockery … and with locally produced butter and cream as well as homemade strawberry jam – four 10s so far. Taste was excellent as well so, without too much deliberation it was declared a topscone, well done The Woodhouse! Oh yes, the Russians and Greeks! They were in Kinlochard for a St Andrew’s night dinner … St Andrew, of course, being the patron saint of Russia and Greece as well as Scotland … but you all knew that! Quite why they should find themselves in Kinlochard however is still a bit of a mystery. Earlier today, St Andrew’s Day, the Prime Minister made a speech saying how proud she was of everything Scottish (the oil price is soaring) while simultaneously Angus Robertson was jeered for wishing the Commons a happy St Andrew’s day … just have a great day everyone!Cake display at the Woodhouse Café, Kippen

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Edinburgh Castle

Although we have lived in or near to Edinburgh for most of our lives up until now we have never been inside the Castle. We have done the Military Tattoo in the past and been up at the castle many times but not actually inside … a bit strange really but we just didn’t feel the need.  Also, of course, in the summer it’s extremely busy with tourists and, as it turns out, it’s extremely busy in the winter as well. Had we not already had tickets for a book reading we would have had to wait in a queue for about 30 minutes to get a ticket – hundreds of Japanese, Chinese, French, Americans, Germans … amazing, all in temperatures no higher than 2ºC! Our book reading was by Sara Sheridan to publicise her latest novel On Starlit Seas and it just so happened that there was an afternoon tea thrown in as well as a tour of the castle … how could we refuse?

External view of tearoom at Edinburgh Castle
The Queen Anne tearoom

There are a two tearooms but ours  was the Queen Anne Tearoom up at the top of the castle so we were able to explore everything on the way up. We stood waiting for the one o’clock gun to go off – watching our watches and watching the gun … and got the fright of our lives when it did go off … bang on one o’clock! Lots of exhibits about Scotland’s history culminating in the room housing the Scottish Crown Jewels and the Stone of Destiny.

The tearoom for afternoon tea at Edinburgh Castle
part of the tearoom

Here you are warned within an inch of your life that you must not take photographs or make any sort of recording … people answering  their phones were pounced on and told to put them away … what on earth is that all about? Anyway we looked dutifully at everything and although there was a lot about the 1707 Act of Union, we could not see much mention of the fact that it was forced on the people of Scotland against their will and that the Scottish aristocrats (the only people allowed to influence proceedings) had to be bribed with £20,000 each in order to get it passed. Maybe we missed that bit? Afternoon tea menu at Edinburgh CastleThe afternoon tea was very imaginative. The whole menu was based around ‘Book Week Scotland’ and book titles – Outlander sandwiches, Alice in Wonderland “Eat Me” sponge cakes and Mrs Weasley’s chocolate fudge tart. The afternoon tea at Edinburgh CastleYou will see from the menu that there were ‘mandarin’ scones inspired by Sara’s book The Secret Mandarin. Although this was all very nice, for dedicated sconeys, this was taking things a bit too far. They were very tangy and sweet, more like cakes, and covered in an orange drizzle that made them even sweeter … with strawberry jam?? At the end of the day they weren’t toooo bad – just ‘weird’. Don’t let our experience put you off visiting, we don’t think the scones are normally like this.

Kings of Scotland display at Edinburgh Castle
Kings of Scotland

It was a really enjoyable day. The castle was interesting though the information was a bit sanitised for our taste. The reading from On Starlit Seas was really interesting … Sara is a lovely lady who managed to spend time with everyone individually and we wish her well with the book. The afternoon tea was great as well in spite of our reservations about the scones.

Looking east from Edinburgh Castle
Looking east from the Castle towards dusk

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Chequers Creperie

Artwork on display at Chequers crêperie, FalkirkFor the purists among you, we apologise in advance … this could be a trifle disconcerting … but bear with us if you can! As we have said in the past we don’t go out looking for scones, we just go out and the scones  find us. Today is an exception however because today’s scone is not a scone at all … it’s a crêpe … no, no, no, keep reading! We are simply reporting on this establishment because it has been set up by fellow photographer, Paul Borg Grech and, what with us photographers being an enterprising lot, we tend to help each other along wherever we can. The purists, who cannot bear to go any further, may look away now.

Downstairs at Chequers crêperie, Falkirk
Paul, holding fort downstairs

Anyway, Paul is a born entrepreneur and has decided to add to his flourishing photography business with Falkirk’s first crêperie … Chequers. From the street it looks quite small but we hadn’t realised that there’s a suite of upstairs rooms where they hold weekly yoga classes, art exhibitions, birthday parties, wine tasting events ( sponsored by yet another new Falkirk business Canton Colli Euganei) and anything else you care to mention.

Internal view at Chequers crêperie, Falkirk

The one thing they don’t do is scones! However, living on the edge as ever, we thought it was about time for a crêpe (don’t say that with a posh accent). We were plonked down on one of the comfy settees where we had to select from an extensive variety of sweet and savoury offerings. There’s plenty of other stuff as well, a bacon roll is no problem. Crêpe at Chequers crêperie, FalkirkNow, unlike scones, we would never profess to be experts on this sort of thing and have no database for comparisons … all we can say is that this jammy crêpe was absolutely delicious. It was accompanied with ice cream, and cream … scooshie, but maybe that’s the done thing with this sort of fare, who knows? We were definitely out of our comfort zone but thoroughly enjoying ourselves?

artwork on display at Chequers crêperie, Falkirk
‘Dancer’ by local artist Karen van de Graf

Coffee was very good too – served in intriquing  elegant glass tumblers that keep the contents hot for ages … brilliant idea. Chequers is on Graham’s Road, next door to the Graeme Hotel, just down from Grahamston station and not far from Graeme High School. A variety of spellings but the culprit for this situation is none other than Sir John de Graham, William Wallace’s best friend who fell at the Battle of Falkirk in 1298. Wallace, himself carried his body to where it lies buried at the Old Parish Church. In turn, de Graham’s best buddy, Sir John Stewart of Bonkyll, who also died in the battle, is buried in an adjacent grave. Although not as famous as de Graham we mention him because, in a 2014 study, he was identified as the ancester of all men with the Y chromosome SNP mutation S781. Our understanding of genetics is even less than that of crêpes but does this mean that all supporters of independence are related … Bonkyll Boys? Whatever … we wish Paul and his merry band at Chequers Creperie all the best with their new venture.

View from Chequers crêperie, Falkirk
View from Chequers  – scene of the English encampment for the Battle of Falkirk in 1298

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The Catstrand

catstrand-06For our return trip from Kirkcudbright we thought we should try and see some red kites on the side of Loch Ken where, because of the Red Kite Trail, there is every likelihood of seeing them. As we approached the top end of the loch, however, we had almost given up hope, when just about Kenmure Castle, we had no less than eight kites wheeling about above us … marvellous sight! In the last post about The Solway Tide Tearoom, we talked of the difficulty of picking the right side and the stark ruins of Kenmure Castle are yet another reminder of precisely that. In 1716, in the Tower of London, Viscount Kenmure paid the ultimate price for his support of the Jacobites and that pretty much signalled the end of the once powerful Gordons of Lochinvar.

Piture of an art exhibit at The Catstrand in New Galloway
‘Deep Blue Sea’ by Jenny Edwards – acrylic on driftwood

These days you don’t tend to lose your head simply for supporting the wrong side, especially if you simply pretend you didn’t! Mitt Romney, who picked Clinton and said that Trump was akin to the devil is now in line to be Secretary of State in Trump’s administration … what happened to integrity?  Mind you, just when you thought politics could not get any more surreal on this side of the pond, Tony Blair is threatening a return to politics with his honchos, Jim Murphy and George Osborne – apparently because he thinks today’s politicians are too weak … they may be right about today’s politicians but they also have a  very tenuous grasp on reality … his ‘strong’ politics managed to provide us nothing less that Daesh. In the modern world of crazy politics however … who knows?

Picture of café interior at The Catstrand in New GallowayAbout a mile or so north of Kenmure Castle we came to the pretty little village of New Galloway … and it was sconetime! At this time of year many places are closed for the season but The Catstrand is an option we would probably have picked anyway since we have been here before and knew it to be good. Little villages like New Galloway, Moniaive and Thornhill sit prettily in their beautiful surroundings and give you the impression that they are a bit sleepy and nothing much ever happens. The Catstrand, however, proves that to be a complete myth. Piture of a scone at The Catstrand in New GallowayThere’s a shop, a cinema, a concert hall, a bar, an art gallery .. oh, and a café! Baked by the young chap behind the counter every morning, our scones did not disappoint. Lovely jam but unfortunately, once again, the only downside was the seemingly ubiquitous Rhodda’s cornish cream. Nothing specifically wrong with that but when you are in the heart of Scotland’s dairy country why go all the way to Cornwall for your cream? The answer is, of course, that it keeps for ever .. but still! Pat thought we should stay for the cinema which was showing The Grump which, for some reason or other, she thought I would enjoy … I disagreed!

Picture of mural in the garden interior at The Catstrand in New Galloway
Mural in the garden of the Catstrand

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The Solway Tide Tearoom

Before you say it, yes, we are off galavanting … again! This time we are in Kirkcudbright to inspect a new bell-mouth on a forestry road … exciting, but it really would take too long to explain! Being forced to travel down this way, however, is no great hardship, quite the opposite in fact, especially on a beautiful day like today. It is a wonderful part of the country, overlooked by many as they speed up and down the M74. In 1931 Dorothy L Sayers, the crime writer and poet who wrote the immortal words:

If he can say as you can
Guinness is good for you
How grand to be a Toucan
Just think what Toucan do

said “In Kirkcudbright one either fishes or paints” and, believe it or not, that is still as true today as it was then. It is not known as ‘The Artist’s Town’ for nothing … many artists have made their homes here and it has art galleries aplenty. Picture of fishing boats at Kirkcudbright harbourIt also never ceases to amaze us that Kirkcudbright supports a flourishing fishing industry still plying it’s trade from the harbour … four miles from the sea! Anyway, after a fairly lengthy drive, squinting into the low winter sun, some sort of refreshment was definitely called for and it looked like The Solway Tide Tearoom might do the job. We have been here before but always in the summer when you can sit out in the back garden. Internal view of the Solway Tide tearoom in KirkcudbrightAlthough the sun was shining brightly it was not exactly sitting-out weather so this was our first ‘sit-in’, so to speak. The interior is okay but has a slightly tired look about it, a bit like our waitress … welcoming but in a rather low key Scottish way that could be completely missed by your average tourist. Picture of a scone at the Solway Tide tearoom in KirkcudbrightCombined with ‘music to slit your wrists to’ by Jim Reeves , the atmosphere could never be described as jolly or vibrant. The scones however were pretty good, plenty fruit and plenty cream … plenty jam as well but it had come all the way from France? Places like this are largely dependent on the summer tourist industry so we can never understand the decision not to use local produce … we are pretty sure the tourists won’t understand it either, even the ones from France! Equally we cannot understand putting the wifi password up on a noticeboard without the name of the provider … it becomes a process of elimination where you have to try them all. Not a bad scone but not the best scone experience we have had … much better when you can sit in the garden.

Picture of MacLellan's castle at Kirkcudbright harbour
MacLellan’s Castle

Towering over The Solway Tide Tearoom is the magnificent ruin of the 16th century, MacLellan’s Castle. Sir Thomas MacLellan built it using the stones from a convent which he demolished and, since it never saw any action, the purpose seems to have been simply to show off his own power and importance … the Trump Tower of it’s day. There were many battles in Scotland and Ireland in which the MacLellans had difficulty picking the right side and, with the family fortunes sorely depleted, they ended up as lowly glovers in Edinburgh. Picking the right side has not got any easier with the passage of time. Now that Trump has promised to make the USA great again, California wants to leave (Calexit) … more in a protest against the electoral system than anything else. With an economy bigger than that of France they are seriously miffed that, having backed Clinton, they never get what they vote for … Scotland knows exactly how you feel California!

We were amazed to see what looked like flooding down by the harbour but turned out to be high tides caused by the recent ‘big moons’. One of the local fisherman we spoke to was totally unfazed “och aye, we’ve had them going right into the Post Office” … only in Kirkcudbright? The bell-mouth was perfect by the way.

Picture of high tide at Kirkcudbright harbour
Very high tides down by the harbour

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Granny Annie Mays

Who wants to talk about Donald Trump … no, had enough? Okay, no Trump! In my rugby playing days I used to come to Kirriemuir a lot … for ‘The Ball‘, at least in song. A song so politically incorrect we can almost hear Trump singing it … sorry, no Trump!! We are here to visit friends at Hamilton Kerr Photography and to see an exhibition of Maureen Crosbie’s Gallus Glass at the Bank Street Gallery.  It was an evening exhibition so there was plenty time for a cuppa and a scone … and where would you go in Kirrie but Granny Annie Mays of course! Named after the granny of the current owner Karen, granny Annie May taught her everything there is to know about everything – baking in particular … that’s what grannies do, isn’t it? It’s a great wee place and everything is home baked, presumably according to granny’s instructions. The Hamilton Kerr folks have lived and run their business in ‘the wee red toon’ for a few years  now and are very much considered ‘locals’. Problem with that is that the scones quickly become secondary to being introduced and shaking hands with everyone who came into the café … half the population of the town. Picture of a scone at Granny Annie Mays, KirriemuirIn spite of all the distractions though we think that Granny Annie May would be right proud of the scones we received, beautifully warmed, light and soft, as if they were just out of the oven … topscone. Well done Karen and the rest of the team.

The Bank Street Gallery had a fantastic exhibition of Gallus Glass’s leaded artworks. It was a struggle to buy anything though because, over a few glasses of wine, we were introduced to the other half of the population! Eventually however we managed to buy a piece called ‘Arsenic and Old Lace’ which, appropriately for me, featured an old photographic negative embedded in the glass.

Piece of stained glass by Maureen Crosbie of Gallus Glass, Kirriemuir
Arsenic and Old Lace – negative and positive

When we got home, by the wonders of modern technology, we manged to make the negative, positive and thus were able to see what this lady actually looked like … rather beautiful and slightly wistful, like she had a story to tell. It could have been an image of Granny Annie May but Maureen  told us she thought the negatives were of French origin, so we have christened her Delphine after a young art critic friend who is also French. Apologies Maureen for messing with your art but we just had to see what she looked like …  we are delighted with our purchase! Kirriemuir, of course, is where Peter Pan was born, at least his creator was, so it’s a place of fabulous fantasy … the sort of place in which we feel Trump would be right at home. We said we wouldn’t mention him but how could we not? Trump has landed the Presidency by whatever means and now the world (and the US) has to try and figure out how to deal with him. There’s lots of doom and gloom around but there is also a single dazzling ray of hope … his granny! Mary MacLeod, was a gaelic speaking woman who lived all her life on the Isle of Lewis and died aged 96 in the same place she was born. We think she would have been gentle and wise … and probably made some great scones!  Picture of logo at Granny Annie Mays, KirriemuirLet’s hope that Scottish bit of The Donald’s character comes to the fore in the months and years to come. We drove home in the dark from Kirriemuir with that warm fuzzy feeling you get from meeting lots of cheery folk making you feel extremely welcome. When it comes to foreign affairs, if Trump can recreate a fraction of Kirrie’s community spirit he will make us and Tinkerbell very proud … but don’t hold your breath!

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The Courtyard Café

It’s funny how things work out! Several months ago we fell in with a couple of ladies who got on our London bound train at Edinburgh. They were cousins, one in her nineties, from the south of England and the other, in her seventies, from California. They were great fun … at one point, the one in her nineties waltzed off to the restaurant car for a couple of bottles of wine to have with their sandwiches … we only hope that we can still do that when we are that age. Anyway, as part of our four and a half hour chat they mentioned that the previous day they had been at a fantastic farm café in Fintry … hold on to that snippet.

View north from the Fintry - Kippen road.
View to the north with Ben Lomond on the left

Unusually for us, today we find ourselves with nothing to do except please ourselves … wow! It’s a beautiful day, the type you don’t want to waste, so we set of rather aimlessly to go ‘somewhere’. Eventually we found ourselves wending our way alongside Carron Valley reservoir, Falkirk’s water supply, taking in the fantastic autumn colours.Internal view of the Courtyard Café at Knockraich Farm, Fintry On the other side of the water was the Meikle Bin (1,870 ft, not a Munro but definitely a Marilyn), a hill etched in my memory as one on which I pushed a mountain bike to the summit so that my young son could hurtle back down, kamikaze style. Also on that Sunday morning, there were a lot of other people carrying very heavy objects up the hill. Turned out they were radio hams setting up a UK wide network where lots of other hams, similarly placed on top of hills, could hook up together? Judging by the amount of effort, they must all have been mega-enthusiasts! Wonder if they still do it considering the ease of communications these days? View of hes and henhouse at Knockraich Farm, FintryTo cut a long story short, we found ourselves a few miles past Carron Valley, in Fintry at round about scone-o’clock where Pat suddenly remembered that she had noted, on her phone, the name of the farm  given to us by the train ladies … remember? courtyard-fintry-01Internal view of the Courtyard Café at Knockraich Farm, FintryIt was called Knockraich and we eventually found it on the Fintry to Kippen road, a road we had never been on before. What an absolute pleasure it was. The café gets its name from the courtyard in which it is situated and the whole place was buzzing with entrepreneurial flair: bake all their own stuff; sell non-homogenised milk by the litre; make their own ice cream, yoghurt, butter, you name it! Most of the tables were pre-booked so we had to wait a little while but since they also sell furniture, lights and all sorts of other stuff, a short wait was no hardship. After some recent scone disasters we were hoping for an upturn in our fortunes and The Courtyard looked very promising. Picture of a scone at the Courtyard Café at Knockraich Farm, FintryThe staff were warm, welcoming and seemed to take real pride in what they were doing. Everything came beautifully presented, just as if someone had actually thought about it! Mercifully, the scones were wonderful and it was a pleasure to give them a topscone award. In the summer, The Courtyard, with it’s outside seating area, would be even better … we may be back! And just when you thought the whole world had gone slightly mad, Fintry itself, seems to be a rare oasis of sanity and bonhomie, with a great sense of community spirit … fantastic, long may it remain so!

Picture of the entire population of Fintry at at the Courtyard Café at Knockraich Farm, Fintry
2010 photograph of the entire population of Fintry

Many thanks to our train companions for the recommendation. The one who lived in California hated it, even though she had lived there for many years, and would have moved back to England in the blink of an eye .. if it wasn’t for grandchildren! We discussed the upcoming Presidential elections but, being an alien, she wasn’t allowed to vote … we are sure, with something like twenty four hours to go, that she is counting her blessings. With each of the US presidential hopefuls facing the prospect of having to swap the Oval Office for a more rectangular affair … with bars on the windows, you really couldn’t make it up. By the time you receive the next scone post, however, the result will be known …. ooooo, scary!View of the Courtyard Café at Knockraich Farm, FintryG63 0LN         tel: 01360 860132        Courtyard Café

Alder’s Traditional Tearoom

As you all know by now, we are constantly on the lookout for a decent scone wherever we are but particularly so in Falkirk, our home town … thankfully the town has plenty scone outlets to choose from. This one, Alder’s Traditional Tearoom, is situated in the short and rather oddly named Cow Wynd. The history of the street name itself is interesting because, in a way, it echoes the history of the town. Originally, when Falkirk Tryst was the cattle market for Scotland and this was the main route in and out of town for the drovers going to and from the south, the name was pretty well self-explanatory. When the Tryst declined, the town became industrialised and it was coal rather than cattle that came along here on it’s way from Shieldhill to the mighty Carron Ironworks … it was renamed Coalhill Road, once again self-explanatory. Then, in 1842, in another self-explanatory move, when Falkirk High station opened it became High Station Road. In 1906, however, bucking the self-explanatory trend, it’s name reverted back to the Cow Wynd as a result of public pressure.  Internal view of Alder's Traditional TearoomAlder’s has been here for a few years but is still a relatively new addition to the street, so we had high hopes. Unfortunately the whole experience was a bit of a let down. Although fairly new it looks a bit tired from the outside and it doesn’t get any better inside. It did, however, have a fair range of scones – plain, fruit, cheese and treacle. Pat opted for cheese and I thought, since I hadn’t had one for some time, that I would tackle a treacle. Notably, this was the first time I have had a treacle scone presented complete with jam and cream but heyho, life on the edge! I managed to eat most of mine – jam and cream turned out to be the best bit, but Pat could only nibble around the heavy dough center of her scone. Shame, we really want places like this to succeed but they need to pay much more attention to detail and spruce the place up a bit. View of treacle scone at Alder's Traditional TearoomJust behind Alder’s is the octagonal Tattie Kirk, another oddly named and oddly shaped place. Apparently it was built in 1806 by the Anti-burgher movement .. no, not a campaign against fast food but one against the established Church of Scotland. No one knows where it gets it’s name but one theory is that it stems from the days when ministers were paid in vegetables … maybe with a scone as a bonus? There is no doubt about the shape, however, designed so that the Devil had no corner in which to hide. It’s graveyard contained over 600 graves, half of which were children under 10 years of age … a grim reminder of how tough Victorian times actually were. When the general consensus is that today’s children can no longer expect to be better off than their parents, could we be heading back to these times?The Telegraph newspaper bannerWe would not voluntarily wish to open the massive can of worms that is – how to pronounce the word “scone”, if it wasn’t for our Middle East correspondent sending a communiqué from Tel Aviv on that very subject. You have probably guessed that Tel Aviv is not promising scone territory, and you would be right, it’s not. Our correspondent however had noted an article in The Telegraph where they had decided to put the controversy to bed once and for all by conducting a survey asking people for the correct pronunciation … scone, as in “gone” or scone as in “bone”? Result – you need know no more than, ‘we wiz right’! For the pedants, however, 51% pronounced it to rhyme with “gone”, while 42% used the “bone” pronunciation. We can hear some of you saying that fifty one per cent isn’t all that decisive but, if it’s enough to take us out of the EU, we think it can be deemed ‘absolute’! 3% were ‘don’t knows’ (can these people dress themselves?) and the rest used an entirely different pronunciation … what?? As a matter of interest, most of the respondents who got it right lived in the north of England and Scotland, whereas those who got it wrong, lived in the Midlands and London.  Oh, and 61% of respondents said ‘jam first’ against 21% who said ‘cream first’ … presumably the other 18% just eat them raw! Unfortunately ‘raw’ could also be used to describe Alder’s scones pretty well.

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