Always called anything with barley in a broth.
My mam used to cook stuff like that with meat (lamb chops I have in mind but I'm probably wrong) with vegetables and barley in it and again my dad and eldest brother absolutely loved it.
Again, it wasn't for me, I didn't like the bones in it and my mam god bless her used to cook me something else instead.
Thick pea and ham soup ideally made with a hock is indeed the breakfast of champions but surely you must have enjoyed barley and other pulses in stews? Loads of different stews. Cowheel and barley with bay leaf, peppercorns etc made a glutinous carrot-coating blob that was the nectar of the Gods IMHO. Bones, bits, juice and barley - you knew you'd had a proper dinner.
Bay leaf and peppercorns????
You certainly didn't come from round my way - in fact people used to make nettle soup, that was all we could afford back then, can't say I ever had it though.
I didn't say I didn't like the barley, I said I didn't like the bones from the meat. they sort of broke up somehow and you always seem to have a sliver of bone in every mouthful you had. In fact an empty plate was always put on the centre of the table for us all to put our bones on.
I didn't mind cowheel and dumplings so much as you could see the bones in that and my favourite used to be tripe and mash in a kind of milky sauce but we never had anything as pretentious of bay leaf and peppercorn where I came from - we simply couldn't afford such things.
We were poor, really poor, everybody was but we didn't know any different my dad kept a roof over our head and food on the table and my mam kept us clean and healthy and everybody looked after everybody else.
The world's changed a lot since then and I've done really well from it but it's lost a few things along the way somehow and isn't quite as happy and innocent as it used to be.
I'm not stupid, I know it wasn't perfect back then either - we'd not long since come out of a world war and a holocaust but it's become more impersonal and more angrier to me now somehow - your vice social media certainly doesn't help in that respect.
Anyway you can't put the genie back in the bottle and the world is how it is but it's good to sit back and remember, to reflect on those you love and loved you, who are no longer there and remember the warmth and comfort you felt back then.
We move on though, tomorrows another day.