When I was a girl, I would sometimes go to Tavistock in Devon during the school holidays to stay with my grandparents, William Hellyer Geake and Phyllis Grace Geake (nee Weaver). Grandpa would often be at work so I’d be at home with gran.
One of the highlights of the day was Elevenses. Mid-morning, gran would pause her housework and sit down with me with a cup of coffee and I’d have a cocoa or some other hot drink. A biscuit or two and a game of cards would often crop up too.
It wasn’t for the refreshments that Elevenses was so special (nice as they were) but this was my time with my gran and that was what made it so special.
