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We have spent many a' day in
All these Tea-rooms/ Cafes/ Eating places have been visited at least once within the last 12 months. 'The Gist of the Place' is only the opinion of ourselves as paying customers; it is not our intention to perturb the custom of any said establishment on the merits of its business, merely to inform the reader of our findings. The onus is on the reader to decide for themselves.
Lookout Cafe, Durlston Head, Swanage.
Durlston Head.
Old Harry's in my sight,
From a Lookout café view,
Where Swanage hides a secret,
It tempts not, but a few.
Yet! I shall tell you all,
Of the splendor of this park,
To dance among the clouds,
Purbeck Ice Cream leaves its mark.
Among the script of Poets,
Victorians looked from brim,
Whilst ketches loaded stone,
From the caves of Tilly Whim.
And above the cliffs, a castle,
Where crashing waves have curled,
It takes a minute of your time,
Old Harry's in my sight,
From a Lookout café view,
Where Swanage hides a secret,
It tempts not, but a few.
Yet! I shall tell you all,
Of the splendor of this park,
To dance among the clouds,
Purbeck Ice Cream leaves its mark.
Among the script of Poets,
Victorians looked from brim,
Whilst ketches loaded stone,
From the caves of Tilly Whim.
And above the cliffs, a castle,
Where crashing waves have curled,
It takes a minute of your time,
To circumnavigate the world.
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Eggcup Tea-rooms, Vurlands Farm, nr Burton Bradstock, Dorset
(B 3157, the old Bridport road)
Vurlands Farm
The undulating landscape,
That evokes Jurassic coast,
The layering of fossils,
The hidden inner most.
For winding roads to grip,
Holding rubber from our wheels,
We're blinkered by the scenes,
The postcards and the tills.
We glimpse upon a billboard,
That's very out of pace,
It's chickens and Eggcups,
To grace the picture place.
A Tea-room down a lane.
Bride Valley is a heaven.
We can only give it praise,
The undulating landscape,
That evokes Jurassic coast,
The layering of fossils,
The hidden inner most.
For winding roads to grip,
Holding rubber from our wheels,
We're blinkered by the scenes,
The postcards and the tills.
We glimpse upon a billboard,
That's very out of pace,
It's chickens and Eggcups,
To grace the picture place.
A Tea-room down a lane.
Bride Valley is a heaven.
We can only give it praise,
Along the B 3157.
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The Old School Tea-room, Moreton.
Lawrence of Moreton.
A nation mourned one man,
Who retreated from his fame,
To a cottage not far from here,
Clouds Hill, its only name.
The Old School is no more,
A tea room, now of standing,
Where nobles stood quite near,
Their presence quite commanding.
You can stroll across a stream,
As the foot bridge gives a quake,
You'll be guided by your thirst,
To this very welcomed break.
With tributes in a class room,
And tea with Apple cake,
But for Lawrence of Arabia,
Many years have passed his wake.
A nation mourned one man,
Who retreated from his fame,
To a cottage not far from here,
Clouds Hill, its only name.
The Old School is no more,
A tea room, now of standing,
Where nobles stood quite near,
Their presence quite commanding.
You can stroll across a stream,
As the foot bridge gives a quake,
You'll be guided by your thirst,
To this very welcomed break.
With tributes in a class room,
And tea with Apple cake,
But for Lawrence of Arabia,
Many years have passed his wake.
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Upwey, Weymouth, Dorset.
Upwey Wishing Well.
Oh quaint of quaintest tea rooms,
Sits near this wishing well,
That's dressed in awe, once yearly,
In elegance of floral veil.
Where Royalty made a visit,
A Prince, he drank from thee,
A cup of wishing well water,
Back in nineteen twenty three.
This gracious tea room serves,
Dorset apple cake all day,
An array of garnished gourmet,
In the pleasant village of Upwey.
When you order from the menu,
You'll be served chutney in a pot,
And with that gift of thoughtfulness,
You've found this tranquil spot.
Oh quaint of quaintest tea rooms,
Sits near this wishing well,
That's dressed in awe, once yearly,
In elegance of floral veil.
Where Royalty made a visit,
A Prince, he drank from thee,
A cup of wishing well water,
Back in nineteen twenty three.
This gracious tea room serves,
Dorset apple cake all day,
An array of garnished gourmet,
In the pleasant village of Upwey.
When you order from the menu,
You'll be served chutney in a pot,
And with that gift of thoughtfulness,
You've found this tranquil spot.
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Wimborne St Giles Village Hall, Dorset.
Wimborne St Giles.
On summer Sundays,
Between three and five,
People from all over,
They swarm into this hive.
Of busy residents brewing,
With sandwiches and cake,
Or slaving in the kitchen,
For this very welcome break.
Many charities benefit,
from profit with warm smiles,
So support this village hall,
And visit Wimborne St Giles.
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