Baked Buns

The Story:
I came across an old shop that used to sell cinnamon rolls that I used to go to as a kid every summer for water sports camp. It was a special treat on Thursdays. We would trek across the road, past a few shops to go surfing in the early morning. After a few hours at the beach, on the way back to camp by grab these freshly baked cinnamon rolls the size of our heads to share. The air smelled more like sweet than salty.