ABSTRACT
My earliest memory is of eating a banana in a hotel in Carlisle. It was the last fresh banana for probably eight years. It was also the first and last time I visited Carlisle. In fact I have childhood recollections of eating all over England: a very good Norfolk dumpling in Swaffham probably in 1946, a very good piece of breaded plaice in Miller’s of Felixstowe sometime in the late 1940s … and in late middle age, around 2008, I remember a very good meat pie in a pub by the River Colne in Essex. That is surely one way of making progress.
