Happy Good Friday to you all, my day started with toasted Hot Cross Buns traditionally eaten here on Good Friday, which is a sweet spicy bub filled with currants, though the downside is that you can now buy and eat them year round, which is a shame as i think traditions are dwindling, and celebrations tend to lose their festive meaning.
As usual the weather in the UK didn’t disappoint cold and windy, and nothing spring like about it which rather spoils things as here we have a long weekend Friday to Monday off work.
One of my favourite story’s is about The Widows Public House(pub)
The story goes when this was a private house (later called the Bun House) lived a widow whose son in the Navy went to see and was to return for Easter, she made the traditional Hot Cross Buns and waited, he never returned,she saved the buns and placed them on the beams in her house.
Each year until she did died she continued the practice of making the buns and saving them, the house was demolished and tha’s when the story was discovered, a pub was built on the site, and each successive landlord has continued the tradition and each year a Sailor form the Royal Navy delivers a Hot Cross Bun since circa 1848, with the year piped onto the cross and places it in the basket that now hangs over the bar.
The buns are their to view in various degrees of decay, however I enjoy traditions like this and also to remember those who came before us.