When we were kids, Easter was a hot cross bun on Good Friday and a Quality Street chocolate egg each which was always hidden at the back of Mum’s wardrobe, so the egg hunt was remarkably quick.  We never had Simnel cake and I didn’t have an Easter biscuit until I’d left home, started my first job and I was introduced to them by ‘Elen the head groom’s widow.  She lived in the corner house of the stable yard and each year made Easter biscuits from an old family recipe.

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