High Tea Twice, Eastern Townships, Quebec

I will not be flying home from Quebec. I will be rolling.

I have been stuffed here like a foie gras duck. Or should I say like a Brome duck?

Since I've landed in this little neck of the woods, I've learned that duck farming is big business here.

Today, though, I ate no duck. However, I did eat a full breakfast, a filling lunch in the form of a proper high tea, and a four course dinner. Oh, and don't forget the afternoon break for scones and tea.

In fact, I consumed more tea in the past 24 hours than I've ever consumed in one day ever before! Forget about rolling home. Maybe I'll float.

But I greedily swallowed all that tea. I needed something to wash down the cucumber sandwiches, the spinach tartlets, the heavenly chocolate goodies, the sweet orange wedges dusted with cinnamon and -- of course -- the scones upon scones upon scones served with heaping mounds of clotted cream and berry-packed jams.

My first tea of the day was taken at The Uplands, a historic home in a village called Lennoxville. It was very nice. Very civilized. Very fine.

My second pot of tea for the day was taken at Manoir Hovey, a stately boutique hotel on a high hill overlooking a shimmering lake.