When I was a young boy, my Grandmother (Nan), would take me shopping with her and we would always stop and she would buy me a cream cake. Long before she passed she promised me she would come back and see me after had passed away, if there was anyway she could find to do so. Years later she did exactly that, when on a train from France, the meal service included a little cream cake. One bite and the taste sent my memories spinning - It was like she was right there with me....I like to believe she was...