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Mount Edgcumbe 2015

With the forecast looking reasonable for Sunday, Alison and I decided we would attend the show. We hadn’t been for a few years so were quite looking forward to going. Arrangements were made to meet Pam and Neil on New Passage Hill, just before the Torpoint Ferry waiting zone. Typically we found ourselves rushing to the meeting point and we found ourselves being closely followed by a classic Rover 2000. As we took a sharp left turn into New Passage Hill so did the Rover. We both did a three point turn and the driver said with a laugh. ‘’That will teach me to follow other cars’’. With a wave to Pam and Neil to follow, we headed onto the waiting ferry. With the meet and greet held on the ferry and after conferring on the route to be taken to the show, Neil and Pam took the lead. Millbrook was the usual bottleneck and we had to really squeeze in close to let three lorries edge past laden with portaloos. Worryingly they were heading away from Mount Edgecumbe. I did wonder if the organisers had forgotten to pay the bill for the loos. Oh well there were lots of trees to hide behind, so not to worry. On arrival we were directed down towards the lower end of the field where the MGs were being mustered. Driving down we passed Tony and Wendy’s Midget parked up in a completely different area. Parking up we found Ron Cory’s MGZS and Roger Grace’s Midget already in the row of MGs. Disembarking, our thirsty dog Jack spotted Roger filling up Hooch’s water bowl and made a beeline for it, downing it in one. We were soon joined by John and Paddie in their Magnette and also their daughter Vanessa who was driving Keith and Sally’s MGB for the day. Pam and Neil’s yellow MGZR 160 was looking absolutely superb and was gleaming in the sunshine. A credit to all the hours Neil had spent fettling it to get it just right. It wasn’t too long before Tony and Wendy finally drove down to park up with all the other MGs. So that was a total of seven club cars on display. Both Ron and Roger’s cars were displaying ‘For Sale’ signs. Hopefully they will both be staying in the MG fold but sadly I think Ron is being tempted towards other makes. John and Paddie’s Magnette attracted lots of attention and the youngsters in particular loved the toy dog sprawled on the roof as they clamoured to try and stroke it. I expect the sticky fingerprints will eventually wash off the paintwork. The show was well attended by lots of different makes of cars and their respective clubs were also well represented. Military vehicles, trucks, camper vans and even a Leyland bus completed the four wheeled vehicles on display.
The Subarus were certainly out in force and their young drivers were out to impress all and sundry. You had to admire their gleaming, spotless cars and it was obvious that no expense was spared, particularly under the bonnet. They did however persist in the revving- up of their engines. This certainly wore a bit thin after a couple of hours, but at least they were happy. Bless!Motorbikes and scooters were also out in numbers. They were very reminiscent of the ‘Mods and Rockers’ era, from 1964. Age has now taken its toll and they are now able to park alongside each other and talk about ‘the good old days’ without trying to kill one another. For musical entertainment we had a ‘Silver Band’ expertly playing away. In addition, a ladies ‘Steel Band’ were letting off steam and bashing away in gay abandon. I did wonder what their practice nights were like and where they took place. Still, better than hitting the kids I suppose. Plenty of stalls abounded and the majority were involved in providing food. You were spoilt for choice but the stall cooking Paella looked particularly appetising. The queues for an ice cream were unrelenting in the sunshine. So that was one pleasure we passed on. Neil managed to put his mechanic skills to good use and helped out a couple in their MGBGT which was leaking petrol in the engine bay. They had only had it for five days and were very grateful of his help and were hopeful that they would make it home. All too soon we were packing up to make our way home. It had been a lovely day out and one to be repeated. I know that Neil and Pam were going home via the Tamar Bridge but we took the Ferry and surprisingly the queue wasn’t too bad.
Oh! Nearly forgot to mention and to put your minds at rest……… the show was well served with loos after all.
Alan & Alison
Last Supper Run of 2015

As we gathered at the meeting point on Roborough Down amongst the gorse and the ever hopeful ponies, there was an aura of excitement about Val and Ade who were organising the pre supper run. We soon found out why. The navigator from each car was taken to one side by Val and given the colourful and intricate route instructions; each one had a unique number at the top. Drivers were then called by Ade to take a card from a bag upon each was a number and, hey presto, whichever navigator had your number on their route instructions, became your navigator for the evening. Great fun. We all had a new navigator for the evening, even Alan and Clive, who had actually picked out Alison and Wendy, so they swapped anyway. There is no doubt that this scheme added extra excitement and interest to the evenings drive! We set off on a glorious sunny evening towards Yelverton and Princetown, turning off after Dousland towards Burrator Reservoir and then into Sheepstor, very much an isolated Moorland Village, with its very narrow roads. Our route took us over Cadover Bridge heading towards Lee Moor and down past the China Clay processing works on our way to Hemerdon. The road passes to the SW side of the Wolf Minerals mine workings, and it is incredible to see the amount of reddish soil that has so far been moved as the mine commences it operation to recover tungsten from surface mining. It is thought the mineral deposit will be exhausted in 20 years and the ground restored – I hope to be around to see that happen! We next negotiated the Plympton streets eventually arriving at the Brook Inn at St Maurice, the old centre of the town. The pub is a traditional English style inn with mock beams and dark wood tables and chairs, and that typical warm inviting atmosphere. By contrast, the dining room extension was bright and modern and 27 of us sat down to enjoy a delicious and generous supper. As usual, the conversation flowed freely and we drowned out the canned music and even the lone guitar player later in the evening. We had a great evening which was made even more enjoyable by the pairing of drivers and navigators. I know there were many lively in-car conversations during the drive and it was really good in getting to know fellow club members. Well done to Val and Ade – another triumph to add to the list.
Peter Lannin
Father Day Car Festival 2015 " Morwellham Quay"

Julie and I got up early as we were looking forward to spending the day with our friends surrounded by classic cars. We had arranged to meet on Roborough Down to form a convoy of MG's. Seven of us set off with Alan and Alison leading in their beautifully 1972 MGB Roadster and Ade with his daughter Emma noisily bringing up the rear in their resplendent red MGB V8 Roadster. Ade tells me that it could be quiet and economical but he just loves the roar.
Anyway we set of over Roborough Down via Denham Bridge where the roads soon took many a twist and turn. In fact it was not long before the roads changed from gloriously wide open to worryingly narrow with passing places only. The countryside flew by as Alan charged ahead. The approach to Morwellham was very steep and tested my servicing of the brakes to the full. Passed with flying colours (of course). The organisers had set out a large area for club members and we soon identified ourselves with the new club signs and flag. Morwellham itself is a monument to the Victorian era set in 200 acres on the extremities of the navigable part of the River Tamar and was once the greatest copper port in Queen Victoria's Empire. Today the village is maintained as a living working museum so that visitors can experience for themselves what life was like 150 years ago. It was therefore a wonderful setting for a classic car show.
Classic cars from all ages were in attendance from the early Fords and Morris' to a stunning examples of 1930 craftsmanship in the form of a 1934 Derby Bentley. This was the 'silent sports car' that resurrected the Bentley marque. Over 230 classic and vintage cars were on display with eleven separate clubs represented. The Tamar Valley stand attracted lots of interested visitors viewing our display of fine MG cars
including John Hunts beautiful black Magnette. The magnificent seven that had set off from Roborough were joined by 6 other club members and once again by Howard and Liz who we had met at the Heritage Transport Festival at Bodmin and we hope will soon join our club.
All in all we had a most enjoyable day. Congratulation to the organisers and staff for a
marvellous day out. This is growing into one of the more attractive and worthwhile events in our area.
Mike Wright
Launceston Annual Steam & Vintage Rally 2015

This three day event, the first in East Cornwall's classic calendar, is strangely, not very popular with our members, which is a bit surprising as it offers both punters and exhibitors a very varied and enjoyable day out. This year it was remarkable, as we did not experience oceans of mud up to the floor pan of our cars or strong winds, able to shred the stoutest of awnings or gazebos. Instead, dry ground and only a bit of mist and low cloud to upset the happy campers in the evenings.
I arrived a little late and joined upwards of a hundred classic cars on display, of which four were independently owned Model T fords, circa 1919 and very rare. The rest were varied and unusual. Many were 1960s vintage and often considered unrestorable, viz. Vauxhall Velux and Crestas, etc. all bling and no substance. Nevertheless, they brought back memories of my youth, when to own one in the family meant your Dad had made it partially up the social ladder. The same can also be said of the commercials which, rather than being a bit of a yawn, had character and a presence, some actually
manufactured in Cornwall!
My first call was to the large model / craft tent, in order to find fellow TVMGOC members, Roger Grace and Sylvia. I did finally locate them out the back in their motor home with a huge awning, just finishing off a late breakfast. Roger still retains a huge love (or is it an obsession!) for model boats. His collection of pre-war  powered craft and pond yachts, exclusively manufactured by Bowmans, and still in their original boxes is both unique and fascinating. Hey ho, everyone to his own!
I moved outside to admire the radio controlled model aircraft, real boys stuff, from Spitfires to biplanes. However, foremost amongst them was a large scale Hawk trainer with a wing span of over 6 feet and powered by a fully scaled down jet engine which ran on pure aviation fuel. The thrust was enough to knock a grown man off his feet and the noise totally reminiscent of the full size version. Unfortunately its creator was not allowed to fly the thing publically, as it cannot be insured. No doubt the underwriters consider it an unguided missile! Nevertheless, it strutted its stuff around the main arena at speeds upwards of 60 mph with flaps and wheels, firmly down.
The arena was used for a variety of familiar displays, perhaps the most whacky, a recreation of the Battle of Britain by 12 grown men dressed in leather helmets , goggles and flying overalls, driving wheelbarrows.
Initially, the performance was taken very seriously and thus funny, but soon developed into pure farce. I lost interest (as did the commentator) and moved to a veritable sea of tractors. They Cornish do luv 'em; no more so than one old boy sitting astride his ancient Alice and Chalmers machine entertaining himself on a piano accordion. Surprisingly he did not have much of an audience, although his playing was excellent.
Finally it would be remiss of me not to mention the steam traction engines. Whilst not as prolific as those say at Boconnoc or indeed St Agnes, they nevertheless made a brave sight. Quite how their drivers clean themselves up at the end of the day, remains a mystery. I did notice one lady, slightly less grubby, sitting on the step of her immaculate support caravan
clutching a rather large, terrifying, wire brush.  One guy, with his mini
version, about the size of a lawn mower, showed off its prowess by towing a fully laden Safari Land Rover slightly up hill. No problems with power to weight ratio there!
Soon it was time to remove Tamar Bobby from his perch on top of my Magnette. I do believe he gets more attention from the punters than the car itself. It had been a good day, but a bit of company from other club members would have made it perfec. I guess there is always next year.
John Hunt
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