Good Grief … It’s been over half a century …
In 1961 aged fifteen, I was offered an apprenticeship with a continental bakery in the village where I lived. It was a case of requesting permission to leave school early to take it up, or wait for another four years, and since school and I weren’t great friends to begin with, I jumped at the chance to take the apprenticeship.
School closed for Easter on the Thursday, and my first full day at work began the next day; Good Friday. We made 16,000 Hot Cross Buns, all hand moulded on wooden benches and by the end of
