"Will you please hold this treacle tart Mr. Many Coats", I implored.
Raising a curious eyebrow, Mr. Many Coats complied.
"The next church we go to will be at Barsham, to the west of Beccles. When we get there you will see something that will remind you of this delicious food item, and when you do I want you to shout out, 'treacle tart!'"
After a short drive, we arrived at this delightful church, and, after a pause for tea we began to perambulate the churchyard...