Ten years of being a baker.
Hi all,
So 150 million years ago I had a sort of compulsion to give up the day job, pick up the peel and become a baker. It may not have been exactly 150 million years ago, the timeline is a little fuzzy, but it sure does feel like a long time to me.
In the intervening years I did go on to realise my ambition and after many a misadventure along the way I'm sitting here today writing this post in a comfortable sunlit booth in the front of my own little bakery in a pleasant seaside town in the north east of England.