Just following my nose

nd there it was: the glorious rich remembered aroma. It drifted from a tiny shop in a medieval row across from my C of E school, just as it did in reality in 1950 whilst we small Christians were knocking seven bells out each other in the playground. Arthur Crump, Coffee Roaster and Grinder shouted the gold letters on the shop window where, in glorious display, a huge grinder noisily churned out the crushed