Only a couple of miles south of the bustle and bold modern cityscape of the River Clyde, we’ve chosen a more peaceful spot in a park next to White Cart Water. It’s a tranquil scene, interrupted only by interested dog walkers who come and chat while our photographer gets to work, politely waiting between shots to dive in and take their own photo of the car. Bruce Kinnear is well used to this, having driven around in interesting old cars for most of his adult life. The one that got him started was a 1960 Ford Consul, one of the British classics that tend to act as a gateway drug to American cars.
“I was 20. I hitchhiked down to get it,” says Bruce, “all the way to Worcester with a wad of cash in my pocket, seeing a couple of other cars on the way. I bought it and
