Bleak, remote and half-shrouded in mist, Britain’s moorland has gripped the imaginations of superstitious villagers and romantic writers over the passage of centuries. Bodmin has its elusive Beast, and Dartmoor, the Hound of the Baskervilles. Now, in the Brecon Beacons, a far-off rumble reverberates through the bracken. A form appears on the horizon, throwing up thick dust clouds as it swoops down on us, all glowing eyes and shining teeth. It’s all right, though – it’s Mark Hatton out for a spin in his 1948 Buick Super Sedanet.
For 20 years, he’s been driving everywhere in old cars, as he explains: “I moved on from old Brit bikes and Hondas. I felt I’d done enough with them, and my two daughters were growing up, so I started exploring my interest in old cars so that we could travel together. I started with the usual Fifties British stuff, and this Buick was my first American car which
