My little Secret Garden Tea Company teacup had been cooped up for a few days so I took it out for breakfast on board The Canadian.
We were somewhere between Allanwater Bridge, Ontario, a station that exists only to serve a nearby wilderness lodge, and Collins, a First Nation community home to about 30 people on the journey to Toronto.
As I unwrapped it from the tissue paper and handed back the boring white cup already on the table, I shared its story with the crew. They thought it was gorgeous. “Now everyone will be asking for the nice china,” one of the servers said.
I didn’t hear anyone ask, but the other passengers who later shared my table gave it a glance before looking back at their normal cup.
It sure did brighten up the table. Wonder how long before cute cups become standard issue on Via Rail?
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Love the fancy cup, Gay would be very impressed! Hope it survives all your travelling! Enjoy your cuppas.
Aunty Rosanne xxx