Austin Seven

I like it when old cars are in regular use. This dear little Austin seven was resting in a car park, making metallic creaking noises as its engine cooled. I suspected it was waiting for its owner to return from the nearby shops.
I couldn’t resist peering through an open window. The smell of leather and warm metal instantly took me back to riding in the sorts of cars my uncles used to have, when I was very young. No plastic trim in sight here, apart from, perhaps, some precursor to Bakelite.