Edgecumbe Arms

It was auspicious that at the end of what is probably the smallest,
narrowest country road in the UK, we discovered by far one of the
best cream teas in the West Country if not the whole of the land. As
we stepped out of the car, feeling rather dishevelled after a
traumatic encounter with an assertive large farm vehicle, we felt like
we were in the middle of nowhere, because in fact, we were.

We weren't the only people who were thrilled to find such a gem in
an otherwise uninhabited part of the world. The tearoom was packed
full with happy crowds sat at carefully spaced, cosy wooden tables;
joyful laughter filled the air, and at every turn we were met with
beaming faces and clotted cream smothered chins. Despite the
frequent gusts of visitors, the helpful yet discrete waitress was swift
in delivering a hot and tasty tea blend accompanied by warm and
springy plain scones dribbling with lashings of fruity strawberry jam
and faultless clotted cream. Before we knew where we were, the
crumbs on our plates were from our third scone, and feeling rather
glutinous we ashamedly spent half an hour strolling along the local
River Tamar, not to absolve us from our greed, but simply to work up
enough of an appetite to justify round two.