Easter comes with happy childhood memories of finding Easter eggs hidden in tulips in the garden, winning what seemed riches then of £5 at the Point to Point and driving down to Branscombe to see my Grampa.
To celebrate my recent happy move to St Clement’s in Oxford, I decided it was time to start creating my own Easter memories.
I made St Clement’s Cake.
In fact, I made two delicious but sunken ones. One to eat at home (with help from Elsie) and one to take down in the car on the way to Grampa’s.