I was one of few that could have an orange drink instead of the third-of-a-pint of milk at junior school. Likely during a milk shortage after the nuclear mishap at Windscale? Our milk, at home, was fresh, every day, from the churn.
An Uncle (Dad’s cousin, actually) often holidayed on the farm. His start to the day was quart of warm milk before it had been subjected to the in-churn cooler. He used to say ‘nothing better to start the day’ and down it went!
Blue tits regularly had their share of the cream on the school bottles and often, in the winter, the cream would be oozing out as the milk started to freeze.