Despatches.
Field reports from the hangar, workshop notes, and the longer heritage pieces — stories from a family of motor traders and the squadron we are named for.
The morning Three Ten came home
On the morning of the 12th of March, the doors of the Fenstanton hangar opened on a curated collection of motor cars bearing my grandfather's squadron number. A short note on why the name.
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What we mean by 'the everyday iconic'
Our tagline is honest about what we sell — and what we do not. A short note on the cars that earn the description, and the cars that do not.
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Owners' Day at Fenstanton — apron open, kettle on
An open apron at the hangar, a few of the recent arrivals on display, and a chance to lift the bonnet on the GR86 if you have never seen a flat-four up close.
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A quiet Mercedes E-Class, and why we stopped quoting BHP
An E 300 de spent a fortnight on long motorway runs — in which I rediscovered why a saloon you barely notice is the most useful car on the forecourt.
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Duxford Flying Day — March, a fourteen-mile pilgrimage
Duxford is fourteen miles from the Fenstanton hangar. On a clear March Saturday, a handful of us drove down for the first flying day of the year.
Read → Arrived this week: a 2024 BMW Z4 sDrive 20i M Sport
Black Sapphire over Cognac, 15,100 miles, full M Sport package. A short note on a roadster we are pleased to have catalogued.
Read → How a young Czech earned his wings
Frank Vindis was nineteen when the Luftwaffe arrived over Duxford in the summer of 1940. The rest of the story, as told to his grandson.
Read → 152 points, and why we bother
Every motor car that joins the hangar passes a 152-point inspection before its photograph is taken. Here is what that means in practice — and what we have turned away.
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Bicester Heritage Sunday Scramble — January, notes from the field
Cold morning, hot tea, and three hundred cars on a 1940s aerodrome. A few notes from the first Scramble of the year.
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The manual six-speed, in the old vocabulary
A weekend with the Toyota GR86 reminded me what a driver's car used to feel like. A short defence of the unassisted gearbox, three pedals, and a car that asks something of you.
Read → Reading a service book like a logbook
Every well-kept car has a paper trail. Most of it is uninteresting. The interesting bits tell you whether the owner knew, or didn't know, that they had something worth keeping.
Read → Winter tyres — yes or no, and how we'd do it
Britain is not Bavaria, but Cambridgeshire is not the south of France. A short technician's piece on whether you ought to bother with cold-weather tyres, and what to fit if you do.
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