DORSET STEAM FAIR part 2.
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This picture below shows me standing by another old favourite of mine the "Austin Westminster" from 1954 and was brought to the show from Essex, this one also towed the classic caravan you can see behind it.
This is a nice 1954 "Ford consul Mk 1"which hails from Berkshire.
Below a fine well kept classic "Vauxhall Cresta saloon" from 1956 was driven all the way from Co Durham. On most of these pictures if you click to enlarge there are other lovely cars in the back ground.
This very well preserved 1954 "Ford Zephyr Saloon" was one of quite a few people that came not only in this classic car but also towed a classic style caravan here too.
Below, what a beautiful throaty sound came from this 1951 "Ford Pilot Saloon", this one hails from Cornwall.
Below not a car you see often, the "Allard P1 saloon"from 1951 this vehicle came from Wiltshire.
Below this really beautiful "Austin A50" saloon of 1956 vintage.The local owner comes from Exeter, this was one of the range of Austin's I always fancied owning.
Below, a video clip of one of the many organs that were playing all around the showground
So here we are at the end of the second of probably 4 blogs on this fair, still to come Caravans, Lorries, Motorcycles and loads more, so watch this space next week.
Joke of the day.
Two cowboys applied for the job. One was gay and the other a drunk. She thought long and hard about it, and when no one else applied she decided to hire the gay guy, figuring it would be safer to have him around the house than the drunk. He proved to be a
hard worker who put in long hours every day and knew a lot about ranching.
For weeks, the two of them worked, and the ranch was doing very well. Then one day, the rancher's widow said to the hired hand, 'You have done a really good job, and the ranch looks great. You should go into town and kick up your heels. The hired hand readily agreed and went into town one Saturday night. One o'clock came, however, and he didn't
return. Two o'clock and no hired hand. Finally he returned around two-thirty, and upon entering the room, he found the rancher's widow sitting by the fireplace with a glass of
wine, waiting for him.
She quietly called him over to her. 'Unbutton my blouse and take it off,' she said. Trembling, he did as she directed. 'Now take off my boots.' He did as she asked, ever so slowly. 'Now take off my socks.' He removed each gently and placed them neatly by her boots. 'Now take off my skirt.' He slowly unbuttoned it, constantly watching her eyes in the fire light. 'Now take off my bra.' Again, with trembling hands, he did as he was told and dropped it to the floor. Then she looked at him and said, 'If you ever wear my clothes into town again, you're fired.'