While at the village to have my legs re-bandaged,
I spied these delightful Old Timers parked outside
the local bakery.
They were obviously having an outing for the day.
One of the beauties of living here, is the proximity
of a major motor museum in the next little township.
Normally these little jobs are at the museum for
insurance reasons but now and again, their owners
take them out for a run.
They were great favourites in the 1950's of young
people short of cash, in particular new arrivals displaced
by WW ll in Europe, who would save up their meagre
incomes working for the minimum wage on their two
year contracts and get things like a 1927 Nash or a Ford
to impress the girls.
Now of course, they are worth a fortune.