Art Deco adventure
There’s nothing quite like starting day one of Napier Art Deco Festival in a 1930s frock, seamed stockings, and shoes, only to end up 30 minutes later wielding spanners and prone beneath the car, hat pinned to the dust by a flailing heel…
Given my imminent wedding, my trip prep was more disorganized than usual. I’d replaced a fan pulley bearing assisted by a friend’s telephonic advice, but hadn’t managed much other fettling. Mind you, my 1930 Austin 7 Tourer started well and sounded fab heading down the hill from home, half-candlepower headlights sketching the way to the trailer, a scant one centimetre bigger all round than the diminutive
