‘Aunty’ Margaret lived at the end of the street that my family home was on. She was a much-loved presence in my childhood. I remember the loaf being eaten for many a mid-afternoon snack. And then, every term when I went back to University, she always packed me off with a bran loaf and £20. Last year her daughter sent me the recipe. I made my first attempt over Easter, and have since made a couple more. I thought it would be a comforting cake to have around at the moment. And I feel sure that she’d like that it was the kind of cake that brings comfort.