WE all remember going to the butcher with mum, the man behind the counter handing you a slice of chicken loaf, if you were lucky, with a nod and a wave.
But the days of the friendly local butcher are in decline, with the cut-throat market seeing almost 60 per cent of the nation’s butchers closing their doors in the last two decades.
Only two butchers remain in Hamilton, as opposed to the 10 that once existed, which means the days of small-talk with your butcher and buying that spectacular Sunday roast are diminishing.
It is now rare to wait while your butcher slices the best cuts from the bone.
But for some, the meaty experience is still as strong as ever.
Read Emma-Jayne Schenk’s full story about the Cottens and their passion for the family business, in today’s Spectator.