They arrived at the orphanage just as the clock struck midnight. The orphanage matron couldn't believe her eyes when the back doors of "Jacob London" opened to reveal boxes of peppermint sticks, iced cakes, and bags of white sugar, delivered by the smiling, shivering "Sugarlump."
In the heart of bustling 1920s London, was not a person, but a legendary, sleek, and battered black delivery van known for navigating the narrowest alleys of Whitechapel. Jacob—or "Old Jake" as the dockworkers called him—belonged to the sweetest shop in the East End, The Sugarspoon . Jacob London - Sugarlump
"Old Jake can," Timothy said, patting the dashboard of the van. They arrived at the orphanage just as the
was the nickname given to the van’s driver, a young, jovial man named Timothy who had a penchant for giving free sweets to the neighborhood children. He was small, round, and always wore a crisp white apron over his coat, making him look like a walking lump of sugar. "Old Jake can," Timothy said, patting the dashboard
The next morning, the street kids dubbed the van "The Sugarplum Express," and Timothy never let the van’s engine go cold, ensuring the sweetness of London was delivered, no matter the fog.