A camping trip to remember
Cobby was riding his Lambretta GT200 with Malcolm as pillion, while I was on my Lambretta Series 2 Li150 ‘fat boy’ with Trevor on the back.
Our enthusiasm was soon dampened when at about 9pm, at half-distance, we encountered the thickest of ‘pea souper’ fogs, making any further progress impossible (you have to remember that Lambretta scooter headlights in the 1960s were illuminated by asthmatic glow-worms. So we pulled into a lay-by, climbed over a wall and then pitched our tents.
