I woke up to what looked like a dull, damp day, however, the clouds pulled back by 10am and so I set off on the little BSA C12 I had just acquired, a nice bike for an old timer like me to potter about on, and long may it continue! I had just got to Ivinghoe Beacon when I ran into a wall of heavy rain. I thought I would turn around at the bottom of the hill and head home. At the bottom of the hill however, the rain had stopped and the sun was peeping through the clouds, so on I went to the show. As I parked up Frank appeared, “Where are all the others?” I asked, “You are the first” he said. So I sat there all day on my own in the sunshine.
It’s a great show these days, the field was full of Classics, the back field had the Steamers and Military stuff that was full as well plus lots of food stalls, no need to go hungry! As it was Father’s Day, I set off for home about 3pm. As I was leaving I met Colin and Frank again. It seems to me that the others missed a great day out, you were all missed!
