Taking tea
Feb 2nd, 2012 | By Ian Poulton | Category: Ireland‘I would never refuse anyone’s hospitality’, he smiled.
He must have caught sight of me screwing up my nose at the thought of tea in a particular house, for he told of taking tea and sandwiches with an old countrywoman.
‘She cooked on an open fire; not even a range. The old kettle hung above the flames. She would have been sat with a cat, or maybe even a chicken in her hands. She offered me tea one day and picked up the teapot from the ashes at the edge of …