Oh, and the pubs in town aren't bad either. Apart from one which had the worst cider I've ever tasted.
Neil's 1955 Chevy, John's Thames van, Pete's 105e Anglia.
Jim's 105e Anglia, Justine's 105e Anglia, Neil's 1955 Chevy.
John's 1969 Series 2a Landrover, Jim's 105e Anglia and my 1968 Portafold.
My 1968 Portafold.
Our shelter from Sunday's drizzle.
Justine's American diner display.