|One for the Pot
The Old Man In The White VanI remember when I was around 8 or 9 years old, we use to have an old man all dressed in tweed smoking a pipe and would drive an old escort white van (I think).
In this van would be chickens, goats, a couple of pigs, pigeons, ferrets and sometimes he would have the odd lurcher pup in a small crate filled with straw! I never knew his name, or where he was from, but he would drive around the village on a Sunday morning tooting his horn until he was waved down by someone to make business. My father would always buy a few cockerals off him and on speacial occaisons would by a spring lamb.
Time went on and we moved to a different village. This man must of passed away now, he was at least 60 odd back then. I have not seen anything like this since we moved...doubt it's legal now with all these stupid rules and regs with have now.
Believe it or not, I use to look forward to seeing this man every Sunday, and if I did not see him, or hear his tooting horn down my road I would go looking for him on my bike, just to see his rosy red face, huge smile and more importantly to see what delights he had in his white van.