A breakfast trip. Or the Breakfast bus.
I think this is black country thing.
During the early 80s while doing my tool making apprenticeship the annual works outing was a trip where the bus (coach) picked you up at around 9.00am where the drinking started. Depending on where you were on the pick up route resulted how much you'd had to drink! Once everyone was onboard it was off to a greasy spoon or transport cafe for more beer and and a full english to line the stomach for a full day of pub to pub drinking with the coach/bus taking us between each one. Those that could make it through to mid evening at the final pub for tea, normally a fish and chip supper. Wonderful memories...
One of my grandmothers was born in 1883 - 30 years old when WW1 broke out.Conversing with a relative born in the 19th century, my grandfather was born in 1896 & my grandmother 1899, clearly I don't now, but hopefully you understand the sentiment.