Every morning I go out for a walk to freshen myself up for the day. It could be along the river path or by the allotments or over the old bridge. What is a constant though is that when I step out at 6-45 am the milk bottles are always on my doorstep. It doesn’t matter what the weather is, whether it is winter or summer. Icy, rainy or a lovely summer morning. There they are.
My admiration for my Milkman (and it is a he) knows no bounds. Six days a week and up at heaven knows what time ...
