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IT WAS a sunny, serene morning. I caught an early train to the city, dodged the unruly school kids and the bored commuters immersed in the fantasy world of their phones and then against the traffic took a quiet carriage out to the Eastern suburbs.
A short walk from Bleakburn – ooops, sorry, Blackburn Station saw me sauntering along Cottage Street at the end of which I caught the first glimpse of my finished car, waiting on the forecourt of Historic & Vintage Restorations, gleaming and polished in the morning light.
Yes, sometimes a restoration does get finished, and the day finally arrives when your car can be driven away and enjoyed.