Most car journeys of my youth would involve stopping for a cup of tea. If it was a short journey – one of the regular weekend “runs” around West Yorkshire – there would be a flask of milky tea. Longer journeys – those day trips to Bridlington of Blackpool – might necessitate a Camping Gas stove and teapot. Here my mother and father pose with cup of tea in place, the Hillman Minx ready to run us on to the next cuppa stop.
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