Tuesday, 30 August 2011

Pershore Plum Festival (motoring nostalgia bit), Monday 29th August, 2011.

Ford Consul just like the one Vicky's dad drove the whole family in the length and breadth of the UK and quite a bit of Western Europe when she was a mere babe in arms.


The ubiquitous Austin 7. David's Uncle Jack was the proud owner of one of these back in the 1950's when it was already very very olde indeed. He used to drive over from Potton End and collect Mum, Dad, three elder sisters, and David, cram everyone in, and then take us back to his home for the day. He cheerily held all the traffic up on every single incline of which there were many in the Chiltern foothills. Happy days.


Howard makes some new friends.


Another Ford of the sort owned by the Wallins back in the day. Did they have shares in the company?


Saving the best 'til last. Vicky is transported (if not quite literally) back to the days when she was a Junior Schoolgirl and her brother would pick her up in his first car. Vic would stand on the passenger seat with her head out of the open sunroof all the way home. If that doesn't tell us that the world before health and safety was a much better place, we don't know what does.















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