What a good thread.
One thing I do remember is my mate's farm, with a tractor that needed starting on TVO (?) before being switched over to diesel.
Local ferreter dropping off rabbits on a Thursday....that were Saturday dinner. Sundays was chicken, a luxury then.
Pork chops with kidney in, from a local butcher that did his own slaughtering.
The village in north Derbyshire having summat like 10 shops, all for local people, not 'Outdoor' shops.
Getting money back off pop bottles.
As a kid, buggering off after me breakfast and not coming back for hours, nobody knew where