My beloved Micra has had a reprieve. Just when I felt sure I would have to scrap it and had found a wonderful company that organises this for you and gives the profit to charity, then it has been saved by the only person in Kent who loves their Micra’s more than me.
One of my blessed marshland farmer’s has bought it for his collection and it will now serve out it’s retirement living in his hay barn and being driven across the farm. This seems a fitting place for the car that I slept in when completing my journey for my book On the Marshes. In recent years the car has had more celebrity status than me so I am glad I have found it a good home.