Lovely post, BradfordLass73 and only this morning I was telling my DH how our milkman, centuries ago when I was a child, used to have two big churns on his cart and a nosebag for his horse. He'd walk up the steps to my Grandma's house and open the door. Inside she kept a big china jug with one of those muslin covers with little bead weights hanging from it. The milkman would take the just, fill it and then replace the cover and close the door. No rattly plastic crates, or the whine of any motor, just the clip clop of his horses hooves as they moved down the street. If we ran out of milk, I could walk across the field to his milking parlour at the farm and ask for a top up for our jug. As someone said in an earlier post, very Enid Blyton. But a lovely memory just the same!