There was a sea breeze,
sails semaphored, a bell
******'d high time on the
clock-face, for afternoon
tea, nowhere better than
Benner's. for a scon' with
the wind, warm, welcoming,
but more than that, the
manager poured liquid art
from the Guinness tap into
a glazed receptacle that if
it appeared at auction in
Sotheby's, the owner would
not need to set a reserve.

Ps.

Yesterday we went to Benner's
in ****** for afternoon tea.
The Scones were heavenly manna.