|Currant fruit buns: an old fashioned scone that's mildly sweet and flakey.|
The eve before we moved into the house, John Brock, who had been born in the house and was by that time in his fifties, took my brother Timothy and I down to the basement, to the room under what had once been his bedroom. The basement room was small and very dark with a low ceiling and a large bin that had been used to store wood and coal. There, fastened to the ceiling against a joist, just under the floorboards of the small bedroom above, was a wooden box the size of a brick. John pried it from the ceiling and shone a flashlight on it for us to see. It was brimming with old coins.