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Shouldn't imagine you'd get much change Mary, if you bought a decent racehorse. Maybe you could get a Raleigh chopper instead to ride through your newly purchased wood. Possibly get a tent to camp in Newstead Abbey grounds.

But what would you do wi'it if you did win a million quid? You'd only spend it.

Priceless Den, Priceless.

Cheers Mary1947, but I still don't understand " see your Sunday at 6.02"?

Margie, I would love to go blackberrying but alas I'm still on self isolating lockdown. Wifey and I have now been at home for about 140 odd days. ( We both are under the ' vulnerable, at risk umbrella).

If you've got a spare one Margie, send it this way. I absolutely love apple and blackberry pie, with a drop of custard.x

Not far short of Martial Law eh Oz?

Glad to hear the news MD. Give us a yell when she's back and we'll have a welcome home drink for you both. Good luck and take care. Barrie.

Wish my wife did that Phil.

Hiya Loppy, it wouldn't be so bad if he would have a saucer full, but the silly mutt wouldn't touch it unless he was spoonfed. He were fine with everything else. He lived to the ripe old age of 19, then alas the big C beat him and he had to be euthanized because he wouldn't have survived the surgery. Great dog though ! He could pull my son along when he was tied to his wheelchair!

We also had a Yorkshire terrier who had a penchant for yoghurt. Trouble was, he would only eat it from a spoon. I blame 'er indoors for that.

When we were first married and lived on Burford Road, Forest Fields, we had a cat who regularly had fresh cod steaks or tinned salmon. I could come home and find the cat with salmon and me with potted meat sandwiches!

Forgive my ignorance, but I don't understand, 'see my Sunday at 6.02. ???

One of those sort of occasions when you could give a million pounds for camera, eh Margie.

Those windows with the leather straps were the norm for railway carriages of the steam age and for a long while after. They can still be found on Steam preservation societies. That's where Nostalgia comes into it's own.

CT., Do you reckon the lad has got his right arm out of the window, leaning all casual like? ( See above right).

How did carrier bags get brought into the equation? I remember the buggers though. Used to cut into your fingers if carrying anything heavy. And could always guarantee that the bottom would fall out if they got wet, usually about ten yards from your doorstep or when getting on the bus, to go home !

Had a look on Mr Google maps and the railway carriages are at Brunel Holiday Park. They have four coaches.

@MargieH that would explain it then. Any road ! nice to talk to you. I know bugger all about cars so thanks Ian for identifying the car.

The tail end of that car is definitely not the same as the car in your second picture. Is that you sat next to your dad? I could have been wrong in my assumption of a face at the window. Tried to enlarge it but it just blurs.

Margie, it looks as though there is a youngsters face against the lower part of the window on th far left side. Could it be a young boy? Also, can you remember what car it was in front of the coach?

There are a number of converted railway carriages at Dawlish Warren, Devon. I believe but may be wrong ,they are holiday homes for railway employees. ( I'll have a look and see if I can find the name of the site). I've no doubt there are plenty converted coaches scattered about this fair land.

What you could have done Col, while on your sun lounger, would be to spray a little Fairy liquid over yourself and then had a light Alfresco shower and shampoo

You know what they say Nonna. In America, they allus have to go one better. No doubt when you get your temperatures drop, Katyjay will get an Ice Age !

Living the high life eh Willow. Some people know how to push the boat out.