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There's nothing Her Maj like better than getting her pinny on and her sleeves rolled up for a spot of baking behind the scenes of the cake shop in Cardigan's Pendre. She can whip up a batch of Victoria sponges in no time at all, slap on some royal icing and wait for the punters to form an orderly queue. She always has plenty of dough (even if she doesn't knead it) and her crown makes a fine pastry cutter for the treacle tarts. Strangely enough though, she's never managed to make a decent welshcake and even the corgis (local dogs once) won't touch them.
I don't know if She was on the ovens today but the shop was attracting a good deal of interest when I passed by. The chap opening the door even has a bucket to collect the crumbs that fall from the rich woman's table.

Not amused was the little dog - all Jack Russells are republicans.