At about 6.00 in the morning, a van trundles down the track you can just see at the bottom of the featured photo. It’s the milkman, and he leaves us our pint of milk. If we leave an empty egg box out, he takes it, and replaces it with one full of eggs from the farm in a nearby village. Perfect.
The empty glass milk bottles we leave out go on being used and used. They travel sometimes too. Today’s comes from Southport, 90 miles away. We love this blast-from-the-past daily delivery. During lockdown, milkmen like ours became so busy that they had to close their books to new orders. Let’s hope this sustainable form of shopping continues, even when (if?) the pandemic abates.


You are so lucky, I wish we had a daily milk delivery.
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My London-based family have realised there is a milkman around, but they never manage to catch him. Maybe it’s the same for you?
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I did Google for the information and the nearest was too far away.
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😦
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I am so envious – eggs and milk delivered. Such a treat. Another reason to move out of the south east
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I do know suvverners who have milk deliveries.
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in bottles?
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Some do
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😎
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How funny – since lockdown started we are enjoying the delivery of milk again from the milkman. I was lucky to get in before their books were closed to new customers. Our milk delivery company will also deliver eggs and all sorts of dairy and non-dairy items. It’s wonderful.
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It’s great, isn’t it?
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We had a milkman in Ripon, years ago. I did love the old style service and charming milk bottles. I also hope their business will continue to boom after the pandemic.
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I think so. There have been about eight milkmen in Ripon for a long time.
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I miss the milkman, but there is a farm shop less than half a mile away!
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Nah. It’s not the same.
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Do you remember blue tits pecking through the foil caps and frozen plugs in Winter that pushed the foil cap out? How it went sour so quickly?
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Oh, yes. I remember those days!
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The inch or two of full cream in the neck of the bottle, sometimes so thick that the milk wouldn’t pour through it!
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Oh yes. I used to be given that on my porridge for a treat.
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Oh yes. And we didn’t have a fridge when I was small. A terracotta cover soaked in cold water was as good as it got. Also – school milk at break. Warm in summer (yuk!) and frozen in winter.
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Even kids with lactose intolerance were obliged to drink it!
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Nobody had them new-fangled middle class conditions then.
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Probably brought on by lack of milk diversity. We all built up an immunity to all sorts of things because the milk changed according to season, diet of cows, pollution etc. Once they started to pasteurise and homogenise, many of the natural immunities were killed off.
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in every crisis there is an opportunity…
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Oh, he’s been delivering for years – to us as well.
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That’s so nice
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Not here, but we can walk up to the dairy farm and buy milk. Nice to see the cows out in the fields that it comes from.
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Yes. Lucky you.
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I couldn’t agree more! I would love to see something like that here and I DO remember a time we had this kind of service for a while.
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It’s quite English I think.
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Oh I remember the days when milk was delivered. Wonderful photo.
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And lucky us – here it still happens.
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Found myself feeling a little wistful that Lancashire bottles can travel to the next county, but not the people.
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Fair point. I hadn’t thought of that. I’ve only seen the Lancashire (OK then, Greater Manchester) branch of the family once since March 😦
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Nice that this is coming back. I had a job as a teenager running the goods from the truck to the porches. Very early in the mornings. That was a long, long time ago.
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That is so nice, Margaret. 🙂 Our local grocery store delivers food if you place online order.
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Nice looking milk bottle! On my way out the door to eat 🙂 🙂
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Someone’s got to do it ….
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😍😍
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What a treat! Milk deliveries here ceased many many years ago; though I’ve heard of an organic farm north of Auckland that does deliver and I keep meaning to investigate. No glass bottles though sadly.
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Glass bottles is part of the feel-good feeling 😉
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Absolutely!
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We no longer have dairy products though I have fond memories of delivering bottled milk as a teenager, the then-current beau’s uncle was the local milkman, and I think it was a way to keep us both occupied one summer holiday 😉
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Cheers to the milkman’s role is still viable. I remember them as a kid – but I haven’t seen one in years. However, you made me think of an interesting site I saw several years ago in Ljubljana, Slovenia. There was a fresh milk machine/dispenser on the main market square.
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Oh, they have those in France too, and near here on an organic farm too.
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🙂
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I love this! I grew up in the country and when I was a kid, the milkman delivered the milk. My grandparents raised
chickens and had fresh eggs every morning. They had one cow, but she didn’t produce enough milk to sustain the family. She would produce enough to make fresh butter once in a while. Love this blast from the past!!! 🙂
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How lovely. Making butter is something I’ve done VERY occasionally – a real labour of love.
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It sure is! That’s why I buy Kerrygold butter. Love that Irish butter! 🙂 I do have the old butter churn that my mom & grandmother made butter in. 🙂
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Ah! But have you used it? How interesting that you can get Kerrygold butter.
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I used it as a kid, helping my grandma do it, but have no intentions as an adult. I have a bad back and it just isn’t anything I want to do. I’ll keep buying the yummy Kerrygold. 🙂
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Those were the days – great childhood memories. You are very lucky!
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We are indeed.
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Surprisingly, for what we all consider an English tradition, it’s my American neighbour opposite who has the local ‘organic farm’ milkman deliver milk in bottles every morning. My Green and veggie neighbours have soya and I switched to oat milk a year ago. Changing times. It’s still nicest to have drinks in glass bottles (and their recyclable) rather than cartons or, God forbid, plastic!
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Hooray for glass bottles. I ought to be more adventurous about oat etc. milk, especially as I don’t drink cow-juice anyway.
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I worked through all varieties five years ago when the doctor told me to stop dairy and I found Oatly the best. Unfortunately, the Swedish brand has recently received a 10% investment from Blackstone Group. This has somewhat taken the shine off regarding the sustainability credentials for the brand.
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Yes, that recent Bad News story about Oatly hasn’t done it any favours. I’ll get round to experimenting eventually!
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This is a blast from the past. I love the glass bottles. We used to get home deliveries here when I was a kid. Interestingly at the back of our current house towards the plantation there is evidence of old pits for domestic waste. It is extraordinary how many old lass bottles emerge intact from the ground! Even more surprising are the number of old milk bottles that should have been returned to the dairy …
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And too late to do it now, I guess 😉
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🙂
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