I never met my grandfather and my dad knew him only for a short time before he died. He was a baker and confectioner, working at Jenners before starting his own bakery and tearoom in Haddington.
Decades after his death, I remember weekends at my grannie's, breakfasting with tearoom china and silver toast racks - she made breakfast feel so special and decadent.
I think that his baking legacy continues on; my baking days will never be over - it's so therapeutic! - and Eilidh just loves cake too much! But I so wish that I had had the chance to meet him, that I had shared stories of the tearoom days with my grannie.
And now, I dream of lazy, decadent breakfasts with my children and cakes - glorious and divine cakes! - for they are part of whom I am.