Food memories

My Dad's pride and joy was his car - an 1930 Austin 7 (number plate RX 7268). Many of you won't have a clue what they were like! So basic and small, but, because they were so basic, they were fixable, whatever went wrong with them. Unlike today's all singing and dancing cars.
My grandparents, and several of my parents friends, also had Austin 7's and, at the weekend they would all meet up and go for a picnic somewhere. Either to the seaside or, if they feeling confident, up to the Brecon Beacons. The hills were always challenging for their little engines. One hill was so steep we passengers would have to get out of the car and walk uphill while Dad coaxed the car along in bottom gear.
The picnics were amazing, Out would come the rugs, tablecloths, primus stoves and kettles, teapots, cups and saucers, sandwiches and cakes.
One time, my uncle brought along his "portable radio". It was huge, so big that they put a table cloth over it and laid out the food on top. It wasn't very good at finding a radio station either!
It was a good time to be young, simple pleasures. We had very little but we made the most of what we had - We were always happy.

My Dad's pride and joy was his car - an 1930 Austin 7 (number plate RX 7268). Many of you won't have a clue what they were like! So basic and small, but, because they were so basic, they were fixable, whatever went wrong with them. Unlike today's all singing and dancing cars.
My grandparents, and several of my parents friends, also had Austin 7's and, at the weekend they would all meet up and go for a picnic somewhere. Either to the seaside or, if they feeling confident, up to the Brecon Beacons. The hills were always challenging for their little engines. One hill was so steep we passengers would have to get out of the car and walk uphill while Dad coaxed the car along in bottom gear.
The picnics were amazing, Out would come the rugs, tablecloths, primus stoves and kettles, teapots, cups and saucers, sandwiches and cakes.
One time, my uncle brought along his "portable radio". It was huge, so big that they put a table cloth over it and laid out the food on top. It wasn't very good at finding a radio station either!
It was a good time to be young, simple pleasures. We had very little but we made the most of what we had - We were always happy.

Its funny how we remember car registations? One of my first cars was a 1966 Fod Anglia (A La Hary Potter) I named her Emily as her registration was MLE 112D

My Dad's next car was a Ford 8 DBO248, then a Ford Prefect PLW 529......don't remember any after that!
My first car was a Mini Estate that I called Henry PREB. (PRE 254 B).
My car reg now has been in the family since 1964 when it was on a Gilbern that my husband owned, long before I met him. He sold the car but kept the number plate and its been on countless cars since then. I promised him I'd keep it as long as I could. Makes life easier not having to memorise a new number all the time.

My Dad's next car was a Ford 8 DBO248, then a Ford Prefect PLW 529......don't remember any after that!
My first car was a Mini Estate that I called Henry PREB. (PRE 254 B).
My car reg now has been in the family since 1964 when it was on a Gilbern that my husband owned, long before I met him. He sold the car but kept the number plate and its been on countless cars since then. I promised him I'd keep it as long as I could. Makes life easier not having to memorise a new number all the time.

I had heard of a Gilbern Invador so looked it up? They were a Welsh company producing cars!

My dad had a motor bike and sidecar, brother rode behind Dad on the bike, I sat on mums knee in the sidecar, my elder sister sat on a stool in front of us then by baby sister was in a box in the nose cone.
His first car was a Standard 10 from what I remember it wasn't much larger than the bike/sidecar but it had space for luggage so we could go on holiday in that rather than catching the coach.

My dad had a motor bike and sidecar, brother rode behind Dad on the bike, I sat on mums knee in the sidecar, my elder sister sat on a stool in front of us then by baby sister was in a box in the nose cone. 
His first car was a Standard 10 from what I remember it wasn't much larger than the bike/sidecar but it had space for luggage so we could go on holiday in that  rather than catching the coach.

Did your Dad do a Risk Assessment?

I had a motorbike that I bought for my eldest son. He couldn't get the hang of the clutch so I finihed riding it with him sat in front, my daughter behind and my youngest son on the handlebars! We had many a crash with it on the fields/moors but luckily none of us were ever hurt! Very stupid on my behalf when I look back on it, but happy times.