From one of my previous. posts.
One Friday my father was later than usual coming back from work. I then saw the cloud of dust as the Chevvy came down the road and turned into the drive. It undershot the turn and collected the brick pier that the gates were going to hang on to. There was great bang and then a pile of collapsed masonry and dust
My father was the wines member at RAF Morton in Marsh and he introduced Merrydown one Friday.
I was at school at Chipping Campden and I would travel in the school train to Moreton and walk to the station entrance to be picked up by my father after work. I had to wait an extraordinary long time and when he picked me up he seemed remarkably cheerful. We lived in a house that was within the grounds of a mansion and he did the same thing again. This time the masonry was 16th century and a Frazer Nash is not so robust as a Chevrolet.
We needed a new car anyway.