ON A warm and sunny Wednesday afternoon last week, I was out and about in the Surrey countryside with a friend and we decided to stop for afternoon tea in Ripley.
A coffee shop that opened in this historic village two years ago is one of my favourites and a few months ago, while visiting the tearooms, I vowed to return.
So when the chance arose the other day, I jumped at the opportunity.
Ripley is just off the A3 south of the M25 motorway near Wisley and retains much of its old-fashioned charm. The main road used to be the chief London-Portsmouth route so no wonder there are a good number of centuries-old public houses on each side of the road, for in the days of yore, these would have provided weary travellers with much-needed refreshment.
We pulled up in the motor at a parking bay just past the Talbot Hotel and crossed the road, passing the exclusive Drakes restaurant, renowned for its expensive but delectable dishes.
A few yards along was Pinnocks, the coffee shop which occupies two floors of a 17th century property. There is even a small garden at the back.
We stepped in and a welcoming member of staff enquired of our order. A plate of three scones was on the counter and we immediately reserved them.
"With jam and cream, please," I said. We selected coffee and a pot of English breakfast tea and headed upstairs to a heavenly "snug" room, furnished with leather sofas, armchairs, and even a rather higgledy-piggledy library in the corner.
The large room, illuminated by several standard lamps, is a bit like an old farmhouse lounge with timber beams, exposed floorboards and small windows dating back hundreds of years.
We took a seat by the window, which looks across the road to the ancient timbered Cedar House building.
"Sitting on the Dock of the Bay" by Otis Redding was playing gently in the background.
One of the customers nearby was asked by a relative: "So how are you feeling today?"
"Oh, much better thank you," came the reply.
A toddler with an exceptional amount of energy was running round excitedly, shrieking. He stopped and looked inquisitively at the floorboards and stamped his feet on them while his mother sipped coffee silently nearby.
The boys then emitted a loud excitable shrill scream and I found myself calling out "SSSShhh!".
Finally, the oblivious mums got the message and warned their charges to be quieter. Phew!
Sitting on the sofas nearby was a family gathering.
"I don't know whether he's going back to living on his own or what."
The waitress arrived with the cream teas. Lovely.
My friend sipped her coffee and smiled. She was happy.
Adele's "Make You Feel My Love" filled the air followed by Whitney Houston's "I Will Always Love You".
Close by, a lady was saying her husband had been suffering from a cough and a cold.
"He woke up, snivelling and asked me: 'Do you think I'm well enough to go to work?' "
The chatter continued on the next table: "They drove around about five times so I felt sure they were going to move in."
Later, another member of the party said: "I think she's going out there to teach English as a foreign language."
We savoured every mouthful of the cream tea and noted how, charmingly, each tea-plate was different to the others.
"It's quite the thing to do now," said my friend. "They don't want it all uniform. Often the tables and chairs are a real mixture."
I stared at the non-matching gold-leaf rimmed tea-plate with a pink roses design and smiled, pouring my self another cup of tea.
The two mums and their children left the tearoom but one later returned, sighing. She had left her boy's plastic blue football behind.
Outside, the late afternoon traffic edged its way along the High Street.
"Apparently the traffic's better now because they've re-opened Newark Lane," said a lady sitting nearby. You can cut through Pyrford to Send and Old Woking."
A lady got up nearby and whispered to her friend: "I'm just going to pop to the loo."
The warm summer sun illuminated the 16th century Anchor public house opposite. I gazed at its tall chimneys and the hanging baskets outside.
Taking another sip of tea, I looked around and noticed a Trivial Pursuits game was available for customers to use.
An elderly lady in a dark blue cardie was helped to her feet.
"The seat's a bit low for me," she said, suppressing a sigh.
She and her fellow-diners got up to leave and they filed down the stairs.
"I'll go behind you and step on your skirt," joked her lady companion.
To prolong our enjoyable visit, I ordered a couple of melon and mango smoothies.
And when they were finished, it was time, sadly, time to bid farewell and brave the rush-hour for our homeward journeys.
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