Do you remember the soft creamy deliciousness that was ice cream from an ice-cream van on a hot summers day?


We had a regular ice-cream man. His van was blue and cream with big wings on the back, and he played a musical jingles as he drove around our little estate.


I remember the rush to try to finish dinner so I could run outside to get a cone.


Just a plain cone usually, with rivulets of red syrup running down and over your fingers, that was back in the 60’s before the blue raspberry syrup came into the picture, and cones came bedecked in red and blue sweetness that you licked off your fingers, relishing every drop.

Some days there were 99’s, with a chunk of Cadbury’s Flake sitting at a jaunty angle, on rare occasions there were fruit boats, which consisted of tinned fruit cocktail, ices cream, and of course plenty of syrup!

Apart from my obvious infatuation with food, and all things sweet, the one other thing I remember very well was that our lovely ice-cream man had a glass eye, and when we were small we wondered which one it was! It finally dawned on us that it was the one that never moved!