I wandered round the car boot sale, and found a couple of brooches - one is a Welsh brooch with some Welsh words on it which are proving hard to translate, and the other was a Scottish Miracle brooch in a pennanular style. That should pay for our fuel for the day.
We met a few Militaria friends there, who had stands that day, and had a natter with them before having a quick wander round the vintage vehicles on our way back to the car.
There weren't many tractors on display, but those that were had obviously been lovingly restored. I thought of Sharon's (Morning's Minion blog) husband, who would have been poking around these and talking to their proud owners.
I think there is still a bit of work left to do on this one!
My dad used to have a van like this. His was grey though. I'm talking about the cusp of 1959 into 1960 I think, if I remember rightly. We couldn't afford to run a car before that (nor could many people). I still have very fond memories of the two Triumph Mayflowers he had - walnut dashboards, real leather seats - and the smell of hot leather when I would sit excitedly after Sunday lunch, waiting for mum and dad to get ready so we could "go for a run" in the car. Usually the New Forest, but sometimes down to Lee-on-the-Solent (our nearest "beach") or sometimes up to Corhampton, to a place called Little Switzerland by us and other locals.
All sorts of age cars were on the field.
Below was a lovely American car - a Nash? This was its first outing apparently. The couple who owned it had swopped their camper van for this.
A lovely old shooting brake.
A big American pick up.
Another American car - they must be SO expensive to run with ful thee price it is these days!
Finally, the smallest car there - a sort of 1/4 of a car!!! It put me in mind of the old powder blue "invalid carriages" that disabled people once had.
Sock knitting still happening, but I have run into a brick wall with the first Fishguard sock and need Pam to come and rescue me - I've screwed up the grafting on the heel and made a right boo-boo of the toe as I kept on knitting (I was enjoying it so much) went too far, unravelled it and then messed up on picking up the stitches to decrease - for some reason I had more on one side than I should have done. I can see a cake-shaped bribe is going to be in order . . .