About eight years ago I took part in a classic car run that ended at the Churnet Valley heritage railway near Leek, Staffs.
Unbeknown to me, a 1940s event was in full swing across that weekend. I parked my anachronistic Triumph Herald 13/60 Convertible next to a large number of pre-war cars and set off to join what looked like a group of characters from Foyle’s War.
After that brief encounter I was hooked: I had to get myself a 1940s car.
I searched all the usual websites and eventually found a Triumph Renown, unbelievably just a couple of miles away from where I lived and where my wife was born and brought up. After a quick phone call I was round there like a shot.
The owner opened his garage doors and there it stood: black and shiny, with a huge chrome radiator and headlamps to match.