‘ALRIGHT, MATE!’ HAILS A friendly high-vis jacket.
‘Hello,’ I say, slightly startled as, ironically, I hadn’t seen him approaching.
‘Nice motor,’ continues the safety wear, appreciatively nodding a hard hat set at a jaunty angle. ‘I love classic cars, me.’ ‘Actually this…’
‘Don’t make’em like they used to, that’s for sure!’ And, with that, the conversation is over and my sentence explaining that this is in fact not a classic at all, but a brand new car, with a 20 plate that it is entirely entitled to, remains unfinished.
As the sound of heavy, steel toecapped boots recedes round the corner of the street, I’m left in the once more quiet lay-by, puzzled. I turn the key on the steering column then reach for the greenly glowing ‘START’ button on…