Tea in Scotland: Learning to Sit Still
Sometimes the best part of a journey isn’t what we planned.
My friend Monica and I traveled to Scotland a year ago, and I could easily write an entire book about the fun — and sometimes chaotic — time we had there.
Much of our trip involved driving long distances on unfamiliar roads, often tensely, sometimes lost, and always trying to get to the next destination on time. On our way from southern Scotland to the Highlands, we passed through a series of small villages filled with shops and cafés. Monica made a mental note of several, and on one of our free days, we decided to retrace our route and explore a few more slowly.
One of our favorite stops was the village of Fort Augustus, tucked into the Highlands along the Caledonian Canal near Loch Ness. It was a beautiful day — dry, but windy and cold — and the town was crowded with tourists just like us. After wandering through shops selling tartan woolens and all things “Highlands,” we were ready to sit down, warm up, and rest for a bit.
That’s how we found Ripples Tearoom.
There was nothing flashy about it — just a welcoming space where anyone could walk in, order a pot of tea, and choose from homemade baked goods displayed at the counter. We ordered, sat down, and stayed far longer than we intended. At one point, the café briefly closed so the staff could wash dishes, but we were never rushed out. We kept talking, looking through photos from the day, and enjoying the quiet rhythm of simply being there.
Having afternoon tea in the Scotland feels different, even if the tea itself isn’t dramatically unfamiliar. Ripples didn’t serve anything wildly different from teas I’ve enjoyed in the States — no macarons, perhaps — but the scones were made fresh each morning by a local baker, and the clotted cream came from a nearby farm. Everything felt rooted in place.
What struck me most wasn’t what we were eating or drinking, but how it felt to be there. Sitting in a small tea room in a small Highland village, we weren’t participating in a novelty or checking off a travel experience. We were stepping into a rhythm that had existed long before us — one where tea was simply part of everyday life.
For a couple of quiet hours, we stopped rushing. We stopped navigating. We stopped trying to get somewhere else.
And for that afternoon, sitting in a tearoom in Scotland, we learned how to sit still.
