Biscuit tins

This weekend we celebrated two wedding anniversaries, 39 years and 240 miles apart.

I arrived at the first one, bearing a biscuit tin as a gift, wrapped in white tissue, waiting to be filled with treats over the many years to come.

For the second one, 4 hours and miles of motorway later, we gave edible rubies- port and homemade strawberry jam- to mark the 40 rich years.

Then, we sleep deliciously, like a blog, says my husband and wake up bathed in the egg yolk yellow light of my other aunt's house and swap jars of deep red jam, like stories, over breakfast.

This afternoon, we drove the last side of the triangle home, talking about marriage young and old, with another tin on the back seat, holding lovingly baked lavendar biscuits, melted marzipan cookies, sticky anzacs and mini meringues, the left over treasures of our family, to savour a little longer.