Windy day in Oxfordshire. It's one of those days where you put the laundry out on the line and, half hour later, treat yourself to a five mile drive to retireve it! That's the kind of day the village fate
So, does everyone know we are completely mad about minis?
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by
Today I drove over a dead fox on the A 404. I was driving my Austin 7 and going about 60 mph and, well, I’m a complete wimp about these things. The problem is that the fox was right in