Easter Sunday dinner was always a large free range turkey as there was a poultry farm in the next village. The vegetables came from the garden and to finish after the local cheeses was always a famous raspberry trifle. The recipe for this delicious concoction consisting of layers of fruit, jelly, custard and fresh cream sprinkled with flaked almonds had been passed down through the family from Great |Grandmother Hannah.
I had always grown my own vegetables and I always froze the produce we did not eat at once. By this time of year I had to go searching with a torch and the step ladder to find the elusive last green striped bag of plump raspberries hidden under a box of string beans.
I was really grateful to my parents for whatever the teenage equivalent of babysitting was called and felt so sad when my parents set off on the long journey home to the Lakes.
My heart actually ached as their drove out along the drive and away into the countryside…..