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OLD SALT WORKS, LOS COCOTEROS, LANZAROTE, FEBRUARY 1982Billy had gone off drinking tea. There was a time he savoured a good strong brew with two sugars and full-cream milk. No more. Not since he discovered tea in Lanzarote was not up to the mark and the UHT milk sold on the island gave a brew a funny twang. Oh, for fresh milk.
Those moments when he fancied a lovely cup of tea, he found himself missing his old milk round. He would stare out at the shimmering sapphire of the ocean and reminisce.
The early morning round in the gloom, the snow, or the ice, the c***k of glass, the brief and friendly doorstep chats, the sense he derived of belonging to the community, of leading a meaningful life. He wanted to grab that bit of his life back even as he knew the days of the milkman were numbe
