I was reading a British novel the other day (The Truth by Michael Palin, if you’re curious about my taste in books) and the narrator mentioned hearing the hum of the milk float outside his North London home.
This sentence brought back one of the fondest memories of my time in London – finding milk in glass bottles waiting on the doorstep each morning.
It was quite a surprise to discover that in the mid 1980’s people in a huge city were still having dairy products delivered to their homes while in my Midwest American town, there hadn’t been milkmen since my parents were youngsters. It was a simple thing but just wonderfully old-fashioned and, dare I say it, quaint.
I have to admit I never saw the person who deposited our milk at the door all those all those years ago. I reckon he or she was trying to avoid interactions like this one…
Nor did I ever see a purring, open-sided delivery vehicle navigating the narrow lane where I lived. Perhaps when I was out and about, the drivers were off having their milk float drag races.
So what I want to know is are there really still milk floats trundling across London (or anywhere in the UK for that matter) delivering dairy goodness to the masses? I’d like to think there is. I’m nostalgic that way.