We were high tech. Had an old treacle tin filled with stones and sawdust to put on the cluster.Uncle smoking a pipe as he milked in the byre. Watching him tuck a kitten on to a cluster to help a slow milker. The kitten sat there warm and snug, pulsating slowly.
Him accurately squirting the foremilk from each cow at the bowl next to a group of cats in the dung passage. Cell counts had not been invented.