In 1974 I was going camping in La Havre. I carried on at a junction and forgot to give way to the right. A french man on a bike had to stop and waved his bread stick at me.
It was beautiful bread was,it was lovely. During the war I got bread from the Co Op.
My dad was a chef and he would make his own bread, it was alright but it wasn't like bought bread. During the war he worked where they made the food, I was never hungry.
If I could get bread delivered now I'd have a loaf a day.
Woman 1 from Age Uk group, Tunstall 20/08/14