I saw a modern non battery powered milk float yesterday..didn’t think milk delivery still existed…
Aw, it takes me back to a time where the hum of the milk float along with the clinky click of the bottles was my alarm clock.
Sundays brought the smell of a roast dinner in every street, and milkmen brought our daily milk to every doorstep.
They were the hero’s of our breakfast, bringing our tea and cornflakes to life!
Both traditions are sort of lost with mcdonald’s replacing the sunday dinner and tesco ending the humble milk float..and don’t get me started on the corona van…mm dandelion and burdock..
For those who’s alarm clock was the (two half coconut shells knocking together) sound of a horse approaching..what would they have thought of the milk float.
Too modern and that din of a motor..horrible..possibly.
Embracing change can be hard.
Yet the good old milkman entered our slightly dodgy, and for the time, inappropriate culture. Happy for that to end!
The modern way of total home delivery and convenience should remember it’s fathers and forefathers that ultimately brought the end to the milk float, and my favourite alarm clock.
So like the horse and cart, the float drifts into memory.
Yet happy memories they were..so heres to those champions of milk!
Thank you and long may you be in living memory!
And whatever form of milk delivery please be responsible with these udders, they are part of a living animal.
I saw this video on YouTube, quite funny and sums up my thoughts..