Shepherds Pie went down a treat, with a large left over mushroom thrown in for good measure. I'll load the dishwasher later after coffee and a few squares of choccie.
Amusing the memories of old cars, particularly Austins, we have two sitting in the garages. One's a 1934 Austin 10 two seater with a dickey and the other's a 1938 Austin Cambridge - I don't suppose you remember the number plate of your Dad's @Punkdoc?
For the second morning we were woken by the telephone, this time by my GP on a pre-booked call. I hadn't expected her to ring so early, so I had a job to get my act together, remember who I was, remember who she was and remember why I'd booked the call in the first place. It didn't help matters that I'd also woken up with vertigo again which wasn't good. Anyway, I'm all booked in for X-rays, blood tests and physio - very efficient.
I've had to take things carefully today because of the vertigo, despite the lovely weather, got up to over 17c by 6pm. Very frustrating when there's so much to do.
Glad you enjoyed your various trips Hosta and Dove.
My first car, as with many others was a white Mini but it was special. Dad bought it in London for 50 quid and transported it back to Staffordshire on a trailer; I was most disappointed..spoilt brat. Into the garage it went and like Chitty Chitty Bang Bang emerged 2 weeks later...resprayed jet black with a red stripe, walnut dash, red leather seats, wheel arches and super fandango alloy wheels!! Still didn't stop the old fashioned heater working or endless nights spent in the garage with Dad bleeding the brakes!! But it was the envy of all the boys....how I miss him, such a lovely, clever handsome man
We didn't get a phone till I was 15 or 16 and it was a Trimphone. I can remember the number still. When I visited my dad in Zambia he had an old Ford Anglia - like the one in Harry Potter - cos cars were hard to come by in the late 60s and early 70s. We went on a trip from Mufulira via the Kariba Dam, Salisbury, Bulawayo and all the way to Victoria Falls without incident.
He managed to prang the sump on a bump in the rutted tracks in the park and I have vivid memories of him lying under the car fixing it with Araldite while a family of elephants went by our cottage. It survived the trip home via Kafue national park and was still going strong when I had my first driving lessons in it a year later. Built like tanks those things.
Vendée - 20kms from Atlantic coast.
"The price good men (and women) pay for indifference to public affairs is to be ruled by evil men (and women)."
My Mum's first car was bought from her older sister. Riley Kestrel - brown - NHU 686F.
When we moved here - in 2009 - we were connected to the still existing party line between the neighbours and the next farm. We have interrupted a few conversations about sheep drench supplies. Eventually got it sorted last year when we were all first working from home. At least I think it's sorted now
Gardening on the edge of Exmoor, in Devon
“It's still magic even if you know how it's done.”
Oh, memory Lane. When I was a kid growing up in rural Sussex, there were no cars,phones, or TVs, you went to the phone box with 4 old penies, only the Dr and District Midwife had a phone and a car. I tell people that these days they do not believe me.
My Dad had a Triumph Stag in the 70s; as kids he would wait till Mum had nodded off on our annual camping trips to the Languedoc. When on the Autoroute du Solei, my brother and I used to screech "Faster!!" as he reached top speed of 140. Heady days with the 8 track blasting out Fleetwood Mac's Rumours and Glen Campbell live from Maddison Gardens . Lovely memories 💖
No cars, @Nanny Beach? How old are you? I grew up in Surrey and we used to go to the seaside in Sussex, we had friends there and Mum's cousin lived in Eastbourne. I'll be 70 this year and there were certainly cars in rural Sussex when I was young, although nothing like nowadays. My brother used to know all the makes.
Dordogne and Norfolk. Clay in Dordogne, sandy in Norfolk.
Our phone was Ulladulla 99. My first car was a Ford Prefect. I was 18. (1958) i used drive down from Sydney to visit Mum and Dad when I was nursing in Sydney. Thought I was very smart. Memories eh!
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Amusing the memories of old cars, particularly Austins, we have two sitting in the garages. One's a 1934 Austin 10 two seater with a dickey and the other's a 1938 Austin Cambridge - I don't suppose you remember the number plate of your Dad's @Punkdoc?
For the second morning we were woken by the telephone, this time by my GP on a pre-booked call. I hadn't expected her to ring so early, so I had a job to get my act together, remember who I was, remember who she was and remember why I'd booked the call in the first place. It didn't help matters that I'd also woken up with vertigo again which wasn't good. Anyway, I'm all booked in for X-rays, blood tests and physio - very efficient.
I've had to take things carefully today because of the vertigo, despite the lovely weather, got up to over 17c by 6pm. Very frustrating when there's so much to do.
Glad you enjoyed your various trips Hosta and Dove.
emerged 2 weeks later...resprayed jet black with a red stripe, walnut dash, red leather seats, wheel arches and super fandango alloy wheels!! Still didn't stop the old fashioned heater working or endless nights spent in the garage with Dad bleeding the brakes!! But it was the envy of all the boys....how I miss him, such a lovely, clever handsome man
He managed to prang the sump on a bump in the rutted tracks in the park and I have vivid memories of him lying under the car fixing it with Araldite while a family of elephants went by our cottage. It survived the trip home via Kafue national park and was still going strong when I had my first driving lessons in it a year later. Built like tanks those things.
When we moved here - in 2009 - we were connected to the still existing party line between the neighbours and the next farm. We have interrupted a few conversations about sheep drench supplies. Eventually got it sorted last year when we were all first working from home. At least I think it's sorted now
“It's still magic even if you know how it's done.”
When you don't even know who's in the team
S.Yorkshire/Derbyshire border