DAVE Whitworth of Mount says: “Your article of October 30 brought back a memory or two. When I was a child during the 1940s, we had a milkman who used to come round with a horse and cart.
“He would come to the house carrying a large can with a measure that formed the lid.
“This was used to dispense the milk into a jug on the doorstep. None of your pasteurised stuff, this was straight from the cow.
“It was on one of the occasions when he was away from his cart that one of my young pals turned on the tap of the large churn standing in the back, allowing the precious contents to run away down the road.
“It's probably an understatement to say that my pal's mother was not best pleased when she had to cough up the money for the lost milk!
“Regarding getting beer from a pub in a jug, although my father was not a frequenter of pubs, he would sometimes go across the road to the pub opposite with a jug for a pint to have with his Sunday lunch.
“That was when I had my first taste of beer and I decided that it wasn't for me. Well, not at that time anyway!”