We had lunch in Loughton. In the front yard was what looked like a brand new Morris 1300. I found it much more deeply nostalgic than the average vintage car, maybe because my mother had a Morris 1100, I think grey rather than biscuit, parked outside at home. It looked so small, although I was assured it’s not, like a model car:-
| Charles | Saumarez | Smith | 
I too had a Morris 1100, in the late 1960s, pale green. I loved it but sadly at one point the brakes failed and I ran into the back of a Humber Super Snipe and completely wrote it off.