Yesterday at the Sconce all the child Pokemon hunters - and adult ones - would have found it rather harder to snaffle their snorloxes as the park was invaded by a family fun day, and a big classic car rally.
The cars weren't classic in the sense that child me would think of; Austin 7s and their boxy compadres, but it is 35 years down the line and what now qualifies as "Classic" is something rather more modern.
My stepfather as a former Triumph Spitfire owner would have enjoyed seeing a couple of them there; I remember being driven 240 miles to Scotland with my pet gerbils and I on the non-existent back seat. To make up for him missing them, I bought him an AC DC T-shirt a bit later on.
There was an Austin Maxi, which surely would have qualified as the ugliest British car ever made if it wasn't for the existence of the Austin Allegro hatchback; one of these in classic 70s brown was also present, as was a Morris Marina.
If only there had been an Austin Princess parked on the grass, then there would have been a full house of the cars that between them destroyed the British automobile industry.
The sun was out, and it made the already polished-to-within-an-inch-of-their-lives cars shine like suns. They were all very very gorgeous indeed.
Irony - I have never learned to drive.
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