What a Day at The Combe!
Yesterday dawned grey and drizzley but, undeterred, I set off for Castle Combe at about 0800. The A352 seemed to enjoy its intake of cool moist air and the drive down, although a little wet from big drops under the trees, was dry, the wind deflector diverting most of the weather over the top. I was parked in the public area amongst many other early bird enthusiasts.
The Porsche Speedster parked alongside generated as much interest as the A352 - many many photo's of each being taken. A punter admiring mine told me he was building one, on interrogation I learned he'd bought it from a chap called Chris in Dorset! Not only that, but he lives just down the road from me in Stroud. I took his number and we agreed an early visit. A bit later, whilst watching the pre-1955 Jaguar race from a vantage point between my car and the track, standing next to a convertible XK8, a chap asked me if it was mine. No, but that one is, I replied. Turned out he was Alex, above, whose Formosa sadly hadn't passed its test

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Along the way was the Jaguar Owners' or Drivers' club stand on which was the flag metallic blue C Type I'd seen and photographed at Prescott earlier this year. Nearby, on the inappropriately named Lotus Seven Club stand, amongst the ranks of Caterhams, was an S4 Seven, a dismantled example of which I have awaiting completion of the Monaco. If it turns out half as nicely as this, I'll be well pleased!
Wandering through the pits on my way to the other club display area, I espied this beautiful XK120 in my colour du jour.
A bit further along was this mythical beast. I remember the first time I saw one in the mid 50s: it was parked just around the corner when I walked to the shops with my mother. Almost every other car then was black, many still pre-war, and included near-neighbour Douglas Fairbanks' five Rolls Royces, (registered DF1-5!) which we'd often see. My mother used to describe the invariable blonde driver as "One of his nurses". I remember thinking, poor bloke, he must be really ill. Anyway, I stood and gawped at this seemingly fabulous machine which had popped straight out of the pages of Dan Dare.
Amongst the other displays was that of the Historic Lotus Register, to which I belong. They always put on a brilliant display, and this was no exception. It included these six Mk VIs, an example of which was my first car in the 60s. If you're visiting the Classic Car Show at the NEC next month be sure to visit their stand.
I took the scenic route home, which includes the junction on the B4040 where Tiff Needell used to stand whilst commenting on whichever car was being assessed in that week's Top Gear, a lovely drive in the late sun. All told a great day out!
Regards, Mick