and WHY my saffron bun I hear you cry…..

My first memory as a child growing up in Falmouth, Cornwall was every week I would go shopping with my Mum into Falmouth and she would buy me a saffron bun from Rowes the bakers, next to the Prince of Wales pier.  We would then head up the high street, mum pushing me in my pushchair to the fishmongers. More often than not Toby West, one of the most famous Cornish fishermen would be in the shop and would try to steal my saffron bun from me. Luckily I also carried a rubber hammer so he never got the bun!

This is a fond memory of my childhood and I can picture it like it was yesterday. Im also still a big fan of saffron buns so what better name to call my Cornish Blog but My Saffron Bun.

My Rubber Hammer was a close second place!

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