Some Vintage Rally photos

On Sunday, after going to two car boot sales, we ended up at a third, which was held in conjunction with a Vintage Rally at Scolton Manor, near Haverfordwest.

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 . . .