by oggbashan
Harrietsham, I mean! Back in 1977, we caught the train and walked into the village, only to find that the people we wanted to see were out!
I love the accuracy of your stories, and this one is no exception.
Great as usual Ogg. The "winged W " ; had to be a Wolsely. Thank you for spinning some groovy British cars into this romance, though Mr Dupont off course would have driven at least a Peugot 403 but more likely a Citroen ID19 ( never a Simca ) which weren't to be sneezed at either even though the engine size had to be under 2 and a half litres! And don't forget that Rolls Royce used Citroens suspension system. Cheers!!
I remember life before the Maidstone bypass, which was built by my father's company, so I watched it being built close up. Of course it is now part of the M20. Didn't start living in Croydon 'till much later though lived on the A25 (Reigate) for the longest time.
A friend had a Wolseley 16/40 which I have to say was very likely the most comfortable car I ever drove. When it came time to change cars I tried to buy one but the brand had ceased - The Jag just wasn't the same! Worked and lived in Antwerp so I've traveled that route so many times as I also had a home near Chelmsford, Essex.
Always read your stories
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Perfect for Valentine's Day and particular harmony between neighbouring nationalities. A nice gesture revisiting the truck stop!
Another fine ogg Romance - cars, Anglo-French bonhomie, mutually useful connections with win-wins all over ... and of course, some fog!!
What would an ogg story be without fog and weather delays leading to happy circumstances!!
5 stars, for sure. Thank you, ogg!!!
Always great stories by Ogg. For some reason I read this whole story in my head with a french accent.
I also enjoy the detailed nature of many of your stories, certainly this one. Very nice job. Under the circumstances, I won't list the minor typos and format issues; they're not enough to spoil the story, for sure. Thank you!
I enjoyed the characters, the plot, and the pace. Thanks for sharing.
Oh the A20 fog. Fourty-four years and one week ago I was driving my, in labour, wife to hospital in Ashford from our home near Harrietsham. The fog was so thick I was driving with my head out of the window so I could see better. The truck shop's still there but a shadow of its former self. The lorries now thunder past on the M20.
Thank you for the story and memories of a gentler tome.