"Aren't you pleased I bought a Morgan," I say to SWMBO as we load bags of potting mix and fertiliser into the luggage bay. She looks at me and her silence is as loud as Guy Martin's bike. She has a masters degree in irony. But we pack the old 4/4 with soil and manure and stuff a few other garden accessories into the footwell with her legs and off we go. The occasion is the annual trip to the biggest garden centre in the region and the suggestion that we go even came from me. I don't do the garden centre thing very well but we know each others weaknesses. I want an excuse to take the mog out on a sunny Sunday and she wants some time in a place that has all the bits she needs to make things grow (no sniggering, please) so it all works beautifully. A 50 mile round trip and all's well in the household. And home in time to watch the GP.

1968 4/4 1600
1950 Auster J5B
Kitfox S5 Outback
Jodel D9
1988 Peugeot 205 GTI 1.9