Frederick Wilfred, Street photography, London 1957-1962

[Austin in the Shed]

I've always thought that a photograph catches a moment in time that is priceless.
I have one of a great aunt standing next to my RN one day when she visited my mother who was recovering from illness, A photograph her son cherished too.
Another one for me was at Stanford Hall rally one year.I noticed  Bert Hadley walking round,I struck up a conversation with him and we spoke for what seemed like an hour about his motoring exploits. I asked him for a photo next to my car,Now framed on the wall in my workshop.

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End of life Sevens were often as the photo. I briefly ran one and dismantled two. In the early 60s I attended a Wellington Council 6 monthly auction of abandoned cars.  About 30 of. More or less intact old 1920s Essex and the like would fetch L20, a good weekly wage, and Ford 10s twice as much. (A the times cars were kept on the roads here far longer than UK)
The scrap yards today, including the most basic Pik A Part are full of cars often with no obvious serious deterioration. A minor prang is the end for most, esp if of the air bag era. Any mechanical or worse electical or electronic problem is the end because it is so expensive to fathom and access to fix, assuming you can find someoene who can. It all seems very wasteful , even tragic to the likes of me who has eked a lifetime of motoring from seriously outdated cars.

Last year I went past one of the breakers yards near Nottingham,one of the ones where they stack the cars on racks,It amazed me most of the cars  I could see were 2008,9 and 10 models.