I could not find a picture to fit the bill but I did find this:
Yes, it IS a mellow Lea and Perrins factory back in old Blighty. Can you even stand it? One can imagine guys, er, blokes reporting to work in the morning here, carrying lunch pails full of jellied eels and coronation chicken sarnies and wearing, y'know, caps.
"Excuse me...sir? What do you do here at the worcestershire sauce factory?"
"Well, la', I smash th' anchovies, don't I?"
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