GWENT MG OWNERS CLUB

This was a really good day, weather was very hot - probably the best for a car show this year so far. As the other members of the club never got back from their week on the Isle of Wight, it was understandable that only three cars met at the Harvester and due to a mix up with times a third car followed us in.

There was only about 20 cars in all at the park but it was very friendly as we spoke to other classic car owners. There were a few stalls there selling plants and horse brasses and the like, a few charities selling tombola tickets - even two Ladies offering a massage (had to hold Lester and Haydn back at this point).

In the arena for most of the day the Shire horses were shown off and given their rosettes. The horses reminded me of the age of Dinosaurs - they were big, strong and very impressive. I was thinking if Keith was here he could tell you what it was like to live in that age as he is a bit of a Dinosaur himself but he was one the team coming home.

During the day we were asked if we would show our cars in the arena at about one o’clock. Well they never had to ask twice if we wanted to show the cars and we were there like a shot. Bill and his wife had never been in an arena before and neither had Lester. I can remember the excitement that I felt the first time I went in the ring and hoped they were feeling the same. We tried to stand and watch the horses for best horse, best rider and the like but with the sun shining down on us we retired back to the cars. Lester and Bill soon got into the spirit of talking to whoever wanted to talk about the cars and Haydn had his good Vitesse and he spent a bit of time with the polish - see photos as nobody will believe it.

One couple were over the moon as Haydn invited them to sit in his car so they could have their photos taken to show their family the kind of car they had many years before. At least they never nearly fell out as Sue did when pulling away from the Harvester. I told Haydn he never pushed hard enough and next time put some Vaseline on the seats.

When we packed up for the day Haydn had to pick up a new petrol tank so Haydn and myself left the others and went back through Brecon and back along the A470. We picked up the tank and the man who sold it to Haydn oiled his door locks - that made me feel safer - and we arrived home at about 1900hrs. An unusual show but great fun will do it again if asked.