One beautiful bright and sunny afternoon I was invited to have tea and cake at the Mock Turtle with Lady S. This was a manna moment. The shop itself hails back to the old days when fishing was the main employment, the building itself still maintains that feeling (it also reminded me of my nan's house - who was also from Brighton). You walk into the tiny shop and are greeted by a wall of cakes, think of a cake and it's in there somewhere. Lady S and I sat at a very small and rickety table which managed to hold a vase of flowers, the menu, and the usual table fixtures. We went to the wall of cake and I chose the lemon drizzle cake and Lapsang Souchong and Lady S had coffee and walnut with a pot of Ceylon. How all the cake and tea managed to fit on the table was a mystery but we didn't delve to deep into the metaphysics of it all. The cakes were are tasty as they would hav been if your nan had made them for Sunday teatime and the tea came with the extra pot of hot water. I felt very happy in that tea shop and by the looks of it so did everyone else. This place is very special, it's old school without any pretentions and it has the biggest selection of cakes I have ever seen in my whole life. Do go!