Motoring (or not) through 2007

and a weekend in Shropshire in October

The season is drawing to a close and usually by this time I would have reported on visits to Vintage Prescott and Shelsley Walsh and the odd RREC and BOC outing. However, apart from a combined clubs do at Wroughton where overspill from the Science Museum resides and our June trip to France (reported elsewhere), this year has been spent re-building my Bristol 400 in readiness (hopefully) for some touring next year including another trip to Brittany in June. Visitors to this site who’d like to join us ought to contact me soon as quite a few places are taken already. Everyone with a love of old cars, beautiful French roads and superb dinner parties is very welcome.

My wife doesn’t miss car outings because she enjoys Dog Shows, which I call “Dogging” and as she’s a Solicitor, the rest of her time is spent “Soliciting”. I mention this only because ours must one of very few marriages to have survived 37 years of these two pursuits.

Despite my resolve not to spend money on hotels but to concentrate on the Bristol, friends from the RREC’s ‘46-’55 register persuaded us that a weekend in the magnificent Bringewood Hotel ( would be an excellent way to round off the season. Located in a remote valley (the drive is a mile long!) on the outskirts of the tiny village of Burrington in Shropshire, it’s run by two brothers of a Farming family and offers solitude, comfort, superb food and a stroppy Turkey who is to relinquish guard duties around Christmas time.

Around ten cars and twenty of us arrived Friday PM and spent Saturday visiting nearby Ludlow, lunching wherever and then motoring on to Presteigne to watch a VSCC Rally in progress before returning to the warmth and hospitality of our Hotel. A clay pigeon shooting competition had been arranged for Sunday morning before lunch and the journey home.

I’ll not write more other than to say that if you enjoy walking and exploring a surprisingly traffic free and rather beautiful part of this congested and confused country, or if you shoot, the Bringewood Hotel would be hard to better. Like all the best Hotels, it is in private hands.

I have to confess to loathing most of our hotel chains, they are grubby, overpriced, overheated and mediocre in every respect. And why do they charge exorbitant prices for wi fi access when Mcdonalds offer it free! My wife and I have found, despite discouragement in the shape of English Comedy Films of the Fifties, Bed and Breakfasts offer the real five star accommodation in this country, they and a smattering of privately owned Hotels like the Bringewood.

Hopeful my photographs will better indicate the mists and the magic of the area and the delightful chaos a bunch of VSCC Members and their cars can bring to a small Welsh town.


ashley james