My folks took me to the vintage rally at Croft on Sunday. I’ve made no secret for my love of olden gems (see here and here) and my mum has a weakness for vehicles of most varieties, be that bikes, cars or tractors so really it was the perfect family day out.
Even though I can’t drive (and can’t really see that changing in the immediate future), I love vintage cars. Mum wanted to hear all about the engines and how they drive and their speeds and all that technical mumbo-jumbo but I was happy enough to admire how pretty they are.
My favourites are beetles or minis but after looking up close, I think it is pretty clear I need something that is a little more giant friendly.
After soothing my disappointment with chips and gravy (this place is called Northern Roots for a reason), I headed off to take a look at some of the stalls. Although I was very close to leaving with a very beautiful dress from Kitty Franks vintage, I reined in my inner shopaholic for the moment.
Well, sort of.
I did leave with some beautiful vintage cards from Gingerwick Vintage.
I’m a little bit in love with them and I am thinking of putting them up on my bedroom wall above my desk as the blank wall is getting a little bit depressing.
Once I’d done my shopping, we went to watch a couple of the races and there’s a slight chance I had a little nap. It seemed fun but I have to admit that I could only watch the first few laps of each race before my attention span cut out and I wandered away. The cars may be pretty but watching them drive around in circles about ten times? No thanks.
Despite that, I have to say that I thoroughly loved my day at the rally. Now if you will excuse me, I’m going to be googling which vintage cars have the best height.