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Ollie’s ODDJOBS

Ah, Prescott, how I missed thee. A day of howling exhausts and light drizzle, of occasionally inaccurate commentary from the Tannoy as those speaking haven’t got any reference points prior to 1970. Of tea and cakes and jet powered shopping trollies.

Prescott is the home of the Bugatti Trust, with classy hospitality facilities, terrible toilets and a fabulous switchback of a hill climb track that snakes through the trees. Plonked on the edge of the Cotswolds, it’s sheltered from the very worst weather an English summer

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