Uphilldowndale

Watching nature take its course, from the top of a hill in northern England

Just my cup of tea

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I have a little china cup, once upon a time it lived in the glass fronted cabinet in the ‘front room’ of my great, great aunt’s house, one of those late Victorian rooms of heavy furniture and creaking floor boards, the lids of the china teapots in the cabinet rattled as you walked across the room.  Here she is seated, centre, I don’t remember her a being very jolly,  but I do remember, in the 1970’s her then white hair, had a nicotine stained quiff of yellow,

Jenny

Time passes and the little cup then moved on to my mum’s dresser, and now it lives in my cabinet of curiosities. It’s marked Coalport China

Coalport white_

I thought I might find out a little about it at the Coalport Museum.  What I discovered is that my plain little cup has some much grander cousins (excuse the shaky photo).

Gold teacup

It seems Coalport sold undecorated china, and it was often decorated by other companies to their specification. I prefer my little white cup, just the way it is,  I like its simplicity.

I can’t think that this little print came from the dour great Aunts house, it seems far to whimsical for her taste, but who knows.

Chinacup

 

 

 

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Author: uphilldowndale

Watching the rhythm of rural life, from the top of a hill in northern England. Having spent most of my life avoiding writing, I now need to do it! I am no domestic goddess, but if I were expecting visitors to my home, I would whisk round with the duster and plump up the cushions and generally make the place look presentable. I hope that by putting my words where others may see them it will encourage me to ‘tidy up and push the Hoover around’ my writing. On the other hand I may just be adding to the compost heap. Only time will tell! Pull up a chair, sit yourself down, I’ll put the kettle on.

7 thoughts on “Just my cup of tea

  1. Life catches one by surprise sometimes. It’s not so much turning into ones parents, it’s understanding why they, and ones grandparents, did what they did and finding as you age, 60 next year, that you would do the same.

  2. Have you ever drunk tea from it?

    • I’m a drinker of tea in industrial quantities, a mug for me, I’m quite picky about which mug though. Your comment reminded my of a poem by Julia Darling, called Chemotherapy ‘I never thought that life could get so small, that I would care so much about a cup,the taste of tea…

  3. Nice post and pictures. That cup is a fascinating shape, and like you I prefer the plain white one. xx

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