Our second go looked brilliant. Even thought neither of us had made a successful sponge, we had an instinct that this was just perfect. We popped it in the oven with military precision and even allow ourselves a High Five. A few minutes later I turned on the oven light and I gasped. It had risen! This resulted in another round of high fives and victory dances and then it came out perfectly. We were so proud! It was light and airy and absolutely perfect. Once cooled, we filled it with stiffly beaten cream and a fantastic Elderflower jam that I bought in Austria recently (yes one of the 17 jams I brought back). We sunk out fork into it and were rewarded with an ambrosially perfect sponge.