The milkman used to arrive in a cart pulled by a horse...do you remember? Probably my first encounter with a four-legged animal bigger than a dog. As a small girl living beside a busy main road in the heart of a smoky northern town I can remember desperately wanting to be near the big russet-brown horse pulling along his cart filled with clanking tingling milk-bottles. Back then it didn't seem in the least incongruous that a horse should be walking along tarmac roads, hemmed in on either side by buildings cheek-by-jowl with belching lorries and screeching machinery. Horses were still a feature of the working day then. There aren't many around any more. Not in the delivery business anyway, superseded by electric sparks, although I do get a thrill when a UPS vehicle drives up our avenue, only because it reminds me of New York, that lovely brown colour with gold writing...mimicking the horse and the brass?
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