The glass is always half-full when I drink a cup of lovely Barry’s Tea

We are now, it seems, the second-biggest tea drinkers in the world, after the Turks, Victoria White.

Peter Barry

BARRY’S Tea is my rock, my saviour, my soul-mate. I can’t imagine what my life would be without those distinctive red packets of Gold Blend, except to say that I might try the Classic Blend. When we’re running out of Barry’s, I ring my husband with a simple message: “There’s an emergency.” He knows better than to arrive home without a box of it.

I’ve had 40 cups of the stuff since Peter Barry died last Friday and I’ve toasted him every time. He was the taster who designed the tea we know as Barry’s.