Harringtons the bakers

This is the saddest sight in Leatherhead. Harringtons was our bread supplier. Even after the crummy supermarket opened the queue was still halfway down the hill for their bread every day. My mother bought cakes from them too. The first and only time I have been scared of a cake: Madeira with a piece of candied Angelica on top. Well that's another story. But this sums up my feelings about my home town. Sad and blood with a y angry!!