My eyes nearly popped as they laid upon the two tiered, cream and strawberry-laced masterpiece that floated by, borne on the hand of its creator, I imagined, a man who appeared from the kitchen.
Leaving the cafe with a belly full from lunch, I gazed at the cake; placed in the window of the cafe, in full view of the residents and visitors of Royal Tunbridge Wells, it flirted with my taste buds and I vowed to come back later for it.
The urge to take a photo was strong and I’m glad I obeyed it; when we returned for afternoon tea the cake was gone!
I wouldn’t have enjoyed it! It couldn’t live up to its beauty, surely?