In the 60s I had digs at a thrological college just outside Oxford, a place called Boars Hill. Had a pal there, a young curate under training. He had both a Daimler Dart and a Vincent Black Shadow garaged at the college.
Interesting place. There were far more young ladies staying there overnight than even happened in the college proper. For some reason a curate seems to be attractive to girls. Or at least it did then.
