This is a photo of David’s last PA, taken in the Golden Valley, Herefordshire in 1965.

It was our first holiday together and as usual the car let us down with a tooth off the crown wheel in Hay on Wye.

The difficulty then was knowing someone who knew where a spare might be found.

A chap in a pub told me a Morris Eight Series E was 2 miles up a mountain track, upside down in a ditch. No charge just a long walk with a tool box to get the differential unit.

Tricia went to the butchers for some pork chops and the wrapping paper made a gasket, we fitted it in the local cattle market, fortunately no animals that day.

Once fitted we had a problem, there was no oil filler plug to put oil into, the filler was on the axle on the Series E.

We parked it on a steep curb and jacked it even higher one side, then poured the oil into the removed half shaft hole.

It was completely the wrong ratio but got us home, I later fitted one from a Wolseley Hornet.

Much later the car had a big end go, so was stored in my Grandfather’s rented Westbourne Road garage for a few months, until it was demolished to build a mosque.

With nowhere to keep the car I sold it for a tenner to a local fireman.

I still regret that decision to this day.

Tricia remembers having to push it whenever we couldn’t park on a slope and queuing for ages to cross the River Severn on the Aust Ferry, a year before the opening of the Bridge.