It is raining. I live in Britain so this isn’t an unusual circumstance, but today it is more irksome than normal because my friend – and colleague on this magazine – Andrew Everett is visiting for the weekend, and today we were scheduled to join my mate Frank in digging his 1960 Morris Minor convertible out of the garage and toddling off on its maiden voyage for the year.
This would have been a repeat of a jaunt that I described in this column back in the November 2021 issue; it was to be a pleasant, companionable amble along some pretty Dorset
