Roy’s rolls

The mini digger we hired was bright yellow. It sounded like a bus and belched out black smoke. Phil, looking like he sat upon a child’s toy, aimed it down the garden after the hire company unloaded it

The concours world exists in a strange parallel universe. Participants often spend huge amounts of money on buying and restoring a classic, only to watch on while a bunch of strangers wearing white Pa

Helen Harris always enjoyed her afternoon tea with Martha Evert, and as she knocked on the door carrying a treat of two chocolate muffins, she looked forward to an hour or two of catching up with her

IN the rear of her stationary motor-taxi, a young milliner reached up a careful gloved hand to pat her black-felt cloche, snug on her smart, fair curls. Constance Smart had been sitting patiently for

Stars and their Rolls-Royces

Bold on the outside; bonkers on the inside ...