Growing up in Norfolk I had no idea that I was one of only a lucky few that got to take part in a Valentines day tradition.
Talking to friends that have moved into the area recently, I’ve discovered that Jack Valentine only visits the children of East Anglia.
When I was little “Jack” would wrap individual chocolate bars in newspaper and throughout the evening he would knock on the door and run away, leaving a sweet treat on the door step. While I fully believed that Jack Valentine was of the same stature as Father Christmas, he proved a sprightly fellow and my brother and I never caught him. Laughing and running between the back door and the front door was almost more enjoyable that eating the chocolate, it’s one of my most vivid childhood memories and I’m happy to say that Jack Valentines continues the tradition in my house.
However you celebrate Valentines day, have a good one