On our way through, we spotted everyone else passing by on the other side of the road. The sight of all the Minors in convoy was lovely, it was just a pity we weren't with them. We waved but nobody in the Club saw us, although one or two people in the cars following the Minors did wave back! There wasn't room to turn round to join the convoy so we decided to cut our losses and head off for something to eat. We couldn't join the others for a fish supper as we didn’t know where they were headed. It has been suggested by some that we were “lost” in Blackpool, but I don’t think we ever were – we knew exactly where we were at all times - we just didn’t know where everyone else was.
I found the McDonalds on our way back to the motorway (finally our luck had changed!) and pulled up at the hatch in the drive through and asked for two burgers with fries and two milkshakes. The young lady was quite apologetic - “Sorry sir, the milkshake machine is broken. Nice car – where are you going?” - Home!.
And so Wendy and I were awarded the 'Hard Luck Trophy' that year. But we have to say that there are far more ‘ups’ than ‘downs’ when it comes to owning a Minor. There may be an odd mechanical niggle or missed fish supper, but we have made so many friends in the Club and had such wonderful times. Morris Minors bring so much pleasure to so many people and we feel privileged to own one. And even I have to admit a Minor is far more practical transport than a Vincent when it starts to rain.