I awoke on Saturday morning with a sinking feeling. It was cold, it was raining, it was grey. Usually I enjoy this kind of weather, as it is impossible to feel guilty staying holed up inside baking when it is so miserable out. However, Saturdays mean netball. Netball that takes place outdoors. To say the least I did not particularly feel like running around a slippery court, with hair pasted to my forehead, trying to not to jar my icy fingers on the ball. Does it sound like I have done numerous times in the past? Not fun.

Thankfully, by the time midday rolled around all games had been cancelled. So what better while away the wintery afternoon with than  baking? I was in a ‘old-fashioned’ mood – I donned my headscarf and wished I had fifties housewife dress to dance around the kitchen in. I really must buy one, just for those kind of days. Scones were most definitely in order. And only the best kind would do – light and fluffy with crispy golden brown edges. Rather than settling for a standard round fruit scone (because fruit makes it seem so much healthier), I decided to jazz things up. Continue reading →