Lovely and talented writer, Shirley Golden, has kindly hosted my guest post comparing the joys and pitfalls of family car-holidays today with road travel in the sixties.
Here I am in 1968 - very sulky behind my clip-on sunglasses - between my parents and beside the road somewhere in West Germany. While my mother is wisely enjoying the picnic, my father is brooding - I think he was short of both petrol and cigarettes. The very shiny Corsair was his absolute pride and joy, but the 'joys' of the family holiday seem to be eluding him here.
Thank you, Shirley - I really enjoyed the memories that this brought back.