As a ghost

As a ghost from all the ‘Cars In Books’, with which I used to fill a column in Motor Sport, there are ‘the large hearse-like Morris Oxford’ in which John Mortimer rode with his family when he was eight, and the ‘elderly Jaguar’ around which he tells an amusing anecdote in his entertaining book The Summer of a Dormouse And re-reading the book The Last Enemy by Richard Hillary, I am reminded of Frank Waldron’s ‘battered old Alvis’ in which Hillary and he drove to their first RAF posting when war broke out.

Looking back, there were so many books, some of which I read far too hurriedly, in anticipation of the interesting cars they might yield.