On the Sunday after the Fall Fair in Chatsworth there is a classic car show held on the grounds.
I am not actually one for cars – I’d prefer to bike or walk whenever possible.
But, there is something really special about old cars (though I can’t bring myself to call an 80s Trans Am a classic).
I love the look of a ’65 Mustang or a 57 Chev. I really love the look of an old Model A like the one at the Grey Roots Museum.
So that afternoon, Malcolm and I took a walk around the grounds and looked all the old cars. Good father son time – even if he mostly slept in the stroller.