Off we went, mud, lots of it,  shoes that leak – off to buy Wellington’s tomorrow – I have had quite enough of waterproof boots that, frankly, are not. A slip slide to the beck, dogs fed up, grown ups, Margaret and Dick, saying nothing.  And there, on our return, under the chair near the front door was this little beauty.

I was about to rip it open, then thought, no – Frost Magazine readers need to see this from start to finish, for the wonderful Williams Handbaked Biscuits and Cakes bakery had sent me a box of treats. Why? Well, because I have bought from them before, many times. Well, I should say sent to us, for Dick may share. I did for one fleeting moment wonder if he could share only a little, but then I heard my mother’s words from her cloud on high.  ‘Margaret, that is not funny, kind or nice.’

Opened, here it is. Such a huge treat. Who cares if one is already about to breach one’s size in clothes, I – sorry, we – can ration ourselves. Honestly, they are sublime. I – sorry, we – rate them really really highly. Such a fabulous range of goodies, and they are perfect for Christmas presents. I whisper that, as I often send to friends and family and one mustn’t spoil the surprise.

I suppose we could always walk once more around the beck to ease the waistline, but why? One does so deserve a treat. Try them and see. You’ll make a habit of Williams Handbaked Biscuits and Cakes.

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