Tea time in Pitlochry

Tea pot, cups and milk.

Scotland is the place where my obsession with tea was born. True, back then I still put sugar in it, and I may prefer Earl Grey any time of day or night, but the fact that I can sit just about anywhere and find a good (and cheap) pot of Scottish tea is just a big relief. And milk comes with it in the right amount, without me asking, without unwanted slices of lemon in the cup, without anyone looking at me funny.

And it turns out driving on the left isn’t really that big of a deal. My brain is getting used to it, and I’m almost done banging my right hand against the car door while reaching for the stick shift.