Icon of the month: Cath Kidston

When I was growing up, my brother and I would spend our days in dappled sunshine, floating paper boats down the stream at the bottom of the garden and making dens out of floral bed sheets. At teatime we would run into the kitchen rosy cheeked, to find our mother in a pretty pinny cutting us generous slices of her homemade Victoria sponge… At least I think that’s how it was. My brother’s memories are …