All the publicity over Henderson’s Relish reminds me of when I was in the army 1967.
I and another Sheffielder were thumbing a lift back home on a weekend pass.
South of London we were picked up by another soldier of a similar age driving a new Humber.
He told us the car was his father’s, who ran a company in Sheffield which we would not have heard of.
Much to his amazement we both said we had, it was Henderson’s.
He told us that his father had a flat over the company where he stayed Monday to Friday.
The driver would not believe we knew of Henderson’s as no one had heard of it in South London.
I now live in East Yorkshire but still read The Star every day and return with Henderson’s after visits to Sheffield.