Thank you. Reading this brought back some lovely memories of my own Mum, baking for us kids. I still remember asking her for the recipe for her fantastic Welsh cakes, the scientist in me fully expecting her to tell me it was X ounces of this and Y ounces of that…

Nope. The ‘measurements’ that meant something to her included things like ‘enough flour to reach the little chip in the bowl’ and to rub in ‘enough butter until the mix feels right’. She did everything intuitively, with her well-used kitchen utensils being an integral part of that.

For me it meant I stood little chance of truly recreating her skills, but it hasn’t stopped me trying and every time I do try I feel her loving, warm presence right alongside me.