The snow is steadily falling in leafy Dulwich – and the garden is looking lovely, here’s the view from where I’m sitting:
With this weather I’m glad that I’m not working on ROJ on the farm – even though I’m facing another enforced separation due to family commitments.
Angus and his really sweet grilfriend Haz were here over half term – which was great. Angus went back to Glasgow on Friday. We sent him back first class on the Virgin train from Euston – he was thrilled with the cooked breakfast and lunch, and particularly the drinks trolley!
Here in London we are in the run up to Mayoral elections – I went to one of the hustings the other day and found myself swinging from Ken to Boris and back again – the lib-dems send me to sleep and the green party just spout rhetoric.
Ken maybe an unpleasant little man with some crackpot ideas – and he may be vehemently anti-car, but he does get things done. His manifesto tends to be primarily about changing the way people behave to improve life in London.. which is a difficult message to give, but essentially right.
Boris on the other hand has a manifesto full of promises about what he will do for London -suggesting that Londoners don’t have to do anything for themselves – which may suggest why he’s ahead in the polls. He is a self confessed petrol head, however he might just find it difficult to reconcile this with being Mayor.
…I think I’ll flip a coin – Ken as first choice, Boris as second… or vice versa….
Yesterday was a rather painful day for the credit card. In July we are going to Peru for three weeks and while we’re away we are giving the house keys to the builders. They will be stripping the place out: total rewiring, installing state of the art central heating and rebuilding bathroom and bedrooms. It has taken us three months to decide on all the new fittings, colour schemes etc – and yesterday entailed paying the first installment. I had to lie down in a dark room for a while.
But back to the most important thing in life (apart from family of course) – ROJ.
I have been in discussion with a retired Aston Martin engineer about rebuilding the engine. He worked at Newport Pagnell in the seventies – and may have even worked on ROJ. He is coming to the farm next time I am up, and I am hoping that with his help I will be able to speed things up considerably. I can’t see much point in getting the home sorted out if I can’t have the Aston parked outside.
Past loves 2
Our first little Fiat was such a gutsy little machine that when it disintegrated in rust we went for the same model again.
This is where we started to learn about owning classic cars!
Here we are on holiday on the Isle of Wight. Pretty soon we knew most of the AA men in the South of England by their first names… (Note Angus has grown a few inches since the first photo)
This little car lasted about two years, but by this time we were beginning to get the bug for motoring further afield than Hampshire and the IoW – so we moved on to something bigger. (I do wish that I had the skills then that I do now – I would have taken engine and running gear from white car and put them in the orange body and kept it for fun).
Angus took Haz on a tour of his childhood last week – Down to Dulwich College, then into town to Hill House in Knightsbridge and then to the Regency block where we lived behind Madam Tussauds – only to find it in the hands of the demolition man… The planned new building will be all steel and glass – which I think will look wrong in that location, no doubt the developers will make a killing.