Looking back

Recently a friend of mine put up on Facebook some old family photos which included a picture of their day out in their Hillman Huskie.  This rang bells with me and I had a look through our old family albums.  There it was - a picture of us all posing with our old Hillman Huskie

This wasn't for a day out though - it was for our annual three week holiday to the continent.  This time we were leaving for Spain, but other years we went to Italy and Switzerland.  How on earth did our little car make it - with seven of us on board, plus enough food to last us three weeks because at that point we didn't trust foreign food!

As we all grew a bit bigger, it was time to upgrade to a bigger car so we moved on to the Vauxhall Victor

 

This was great because it had a bench seat in the front so, three in the front, three in the backseat and one lying on top of all the food packed in the back.  Imagine doing that these days!

Eventually we got a caravan and discovered the delicious food we could buy abroad so we were less loaded up, but it does make me laugh to think of us all crammed in these little cars.  My biggest memories of the journeys, besides being sick the whole time and dreaming of flying, was when, on those narrow, tree-lined roads in France, my father would overtake.  We'd be trundling along behind a lorry when suddenly we'd here the tick, tick, tick of the indicator.  "No Daddy!" we'd all scream, but too late - he'd pull out and we'd see another car coming towards us.  "Nooooo!"  but then the tick, tick, tick and he'd pull back in front of the lorry.  "See, it was fine".

Meanwhile, back on the farm, calving has finally started and we had a little pale arrival on foggy Friday morning and a little brown calf on Saturday morning.