What were you doing back in 1990?

It was quite a lively year: the USSR collapsed, Nelson Mandela was freed, the Hubble space telescope was launched, Kuwait was invaded then liberated, while a man in London was liberated too…..of his briefcase at knifepoint – and of bonds worth £292 million, Sinéad O’Connor made ‘Nothing Compares to You’, I started going out with my wife, and ……… …..my beloved old Land Rover Discovery was manufactured.

I bought it second hand in 1996 and by April of this year it had a whopping 600,000 km on the clock……and it would do no more, the poor overworked beast just gave up – or rather my mechanic did. Ever so battered, scraped, scratched and that muddied  I never washed it, on the outside, thinking it looked more scruffy clean than dirty, it was hauled off to the knacker’s. I had baptised it Hesperus after an illustrated 1950s children’s story book about a beaten up old jalopy I’d loved as a kid. It has finally gone to a better place – namely the scrap yard at Bolsena. The next picture I post will be of a cube.

Journey's End

Some things I won’t miss, the leaky skylights for instance. I have an abiding memory of my mother-in-law under an umbrella during a downpour in Sicily, inside the car. The new model doesn’t have skylights.

I had customised it too. I stuck a rubber mat on the roof so I didn’t repeat a slip up during a snow-storm near Bologna when photographer and Noblex Pan camera went bouncing onto the ground doing neither of us any good. It really was the perfect photographer’s vehicle – so battered I had practically no compunction about taking it anywhere. In all our years together Hesperus only left me stranded twice, until the day she died that is, when she had to be ingloriously towed to the scrapyard (and that only because she was no longer insured)…. like Turner’s Fighting Temeraire,  but sadly without the sunset.