Traveling in Southern England and Ireland

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In the process of making a thatch roof and house at Dorset Steam.
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Gyrotiller for that rocky white chalky soil.
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English Fordson logging unit with anchors set in ground to carry steel lug clamp on rims in bed.

Box 144, Louie Ave., Bluford, Illinois 62814

Last April we received a letter from fellow spark plug
collector, Roland Swalas, inviting Betty and me to come to Sweden
and travel with them in Europe. Having visited the Swalas’ home
and traveled with them in 1989, I knew this was another great

With Roland only getting his vacation the first half of the
summer, and our having two very pressing commitments the first half
of the summer, we reluctantly shelved any long distance travel
plans for 1991.

Then in early August I received a phone call from collector Dave
McFeat in England with the question, ‘Are you coming to the
Beaulieu Auto Jumble this year ?’ (Beaulieu is the large
antique auto parts swap meet held early in September each year in
south England.) I told him that I had no plans to go to England
this year. If and when I do go to England again I would want to
attend the Great Dorset Steam Show which is held a week before the
Beaulieu event, and at this late date I- would not have time to
make any reservations for rooms (bed and breakfast) at these two
large events. Dave’s reply to this was, ‘Don’t worry
about that, I will make arrangements for you and Betty at both

A quick call to American Airlines secured us a pair of tickets,
and on the morning of August 28, it was pleasing to hear the plane
tires screech as the big bird touched down at London Gatwick
Airport in time for breakfast. We caught the Royal Coach bus to
Salisbury, England, which is in the area of the Great Dorset Steam

Upon arriving in Salisbury, we walked up Guilder Lane where all
the houses are built together with each house utilizing the same
side walls as the house on either side. We rattled the clapper on
door #17, Mrs. Lyons’ house; a gracious little lady stuck her
head out of the one upper story window and with a pleasing English
accent said, ‘You must be the Bergbowers, I have been expecting

It was our first experience (and a very pleasing one) with the
bed and breakfast arrangement. The house was built in the twelfth
century and many of the original hand hewn wood beams were left
intact and exposed throughout numerous remodeling

That afternoon we walked a few blocks to visit the magnificent
twelfth century Salisbury Cathedral, which has the tallest spire in
England-a must for every visitor in the area. This huge stone
church constructed, in the twelfth century without the benefit of
modern machinery, is awesome. At least three restoration projects
are in progress, with one near the top of the tall spire. We were
told that those young apprentice stone Crafters learning the trade
could look forward to a lifetime of work on this beautiful stone
Cathedral built in the shape of a cross.

The following morning we traveled a few miles south of Salisbury
for the start of the Great Dorset Steam Show. After visiting with
fellow spark plug collector Jim Hardman shortly after his return
from Dorset last year, Betty and I decided we must visit the great
show sometime. Our first view of the show was awesome-as we came
over the hill that morning there she lay, covering the entire
valley to the west and stretching across the rolling hills beyond.
Little columns of smoke were starting to rise from the numerous
steam engines coming to life. Had I not had some idea what to
expect I may have had thoughts not unlike those of General
Custer-what a great Indian tribe I have stumbled on to.

We soon located collector Dave McFeat’s National Spark Plug
Museum display trailer. Wow! What a collection Dave has displayed
in that trailer. Also met Dave’s friends, the Mike Berrys, who
have a beautiful collection of oil and gas cans and other related

There were plenty of food stands on the show grounds, many
selling warm beer and sodas, and of course there was plenty of lamb
available. For our lunch Dave suggested hedge hog and showed us
where to find this specialty. He told us it is prepared by the
gypsies, rolled in wet clay and baked in an outdoor oven-quite

Dave arranged for us to stay late on Saturday night to enjoy the
lighted midway where all 52 showman steam engines present were in
operation. These beautifully restored engines pull the circus
wagons and, with a wide flat belt spinning a dynamo high up on the
front of the engine, power the equipment and the hundreds of lights
on each unit. What a beautiful sight at night.

There were many other steam engines, gas tractors (many English
Fordson) and horses working the fields, plus numerous stationary
displays powered by antique gas engines. One of the many crowd
gathering events each afternoon was a group of three 1920 vintage
steam engines, two pulling and one pushing a load of huge stones up
a hill. There was a lot of huffing and puffing creating a black
cloud that momentarily blocked out the sun. A ‘Bobby,’ an
old time policeman, was riding an antique bicycle and politely
waving his stick to keep the crowd at a safe distance. Those chaps
want the world to know they also know how to handle huge stones,
for just a few miles north of Salisbury is the historic site of
Stonehenge, where past civilizations moved and erected huge stone
ceremonial monuments, also a must for every visitor in the

After three interesting days at the Great Dorset Steam Fair,
Betty and I traveled west by train to the end of the railroad in
southwest Cornwall County, England. While the train was standing
for a few minutes in one of the stations, I entered the open door
of the locomotive to chat with the engineer. Upon learning that I
was a retired Illinois Central Railroad employee, he invited me to
ride with him the remainder of the trip. I tried not to show it,
but I was a little unnerved at the train’s speed on curves and
I could feel those front pilot trucks nudging the lightweight
engine around the curves. The engineer, normally the only person on
the front end, followed a preset sequence of pressing a button on
the dash. This button is a safety feature. If for some reason the
engineer lost consciousness and didn’t press this button, the
passenger train engine would automatically go into a shutdown

The next day we traveled by double decker bus to Lands End and
Mousehole, a tiny fishing village along the beautiful Cornwall
Coast where the most modern building was an antique telephone

Betty recalled the grade school poem about St. Ives, so off we
went to St. Ives in the front seat on the upper deck of the bus,
not with the legendary seven cats each having seven kittens, but
instead with two German college students who spoke fluent English.
Late in the evening the big bus nosed over the edge of the cliff.
There, a thousand feet or more directly below, lay the little town
of St. Ives and the sea beyond. All conversation hushed and my
personal thoughts were that this big bus can’t possibly get
down there. The bus seesawed back and forth descending rapidly on
each curve and finally arrived in the picturesque village. We
walked out on the wooden pier and watched the fishermen unload the
day’s catch with the sun setting on the beautiful clear water.
No wonder artists go to St. Ives to paint.

The following morning we left the beautiful Cornwall coast and
headed east by train to Camberly, England where we visited with
Dave McFeat and family. Early the following day we headed south
with Dave on our way for the start of the Beaulieu, England Antique
Auto Jumble. On the way we stopped to visit Mike Berry’s
museum, a long narrow sheep shed type building, with walls and
shelves filled with oil and related antique cans and tins, a very
unique and interesting display. The Berrys then joined our caravan
south to Beaulieu, where local constables line the vehicles in neat
rows in a field to await the opening of the main gate. Each new
vendor to arrive would disembark and inquire as to when are they
going to let us in? One vehicle got through the gate and everyone
started to rush for their vehicle ‘Oops! A false alarm-not yet!
This was similar to the great ‘land rush’ many of us
experience at the Antique Automobile Club’s swap meet held at
Hershey, Pennsylvania each fall. Oh yes, I think Dave McFeat can
smell spark plugs, as he bird-dogged two nice ones while still in
the waiting field.

Beaulieu consists of vendors from many European countries. At
one time there were six or seven collectors of different
nationalities gathered around Dave and I, discussing spark plug
collecting. One or two in the group turned it all into English for
Dave, who in turn changed it into American English for my benefit.

Unlike Hershey, where much of the ground space is covered by
huge trucks, vans and motor homes, there is that obvious down
sizing of everything. Considerably smaller caravans (trailers),
vans, and small trucks. They utilize every inch of ground space
with stacks of parts consisting of small Ford and MG motor blocks,
small antique wheels, head lights, and bumpers slightly longer than
a yard stick. An abundance of motorcycle and bicycle parts, and oil
related tin cans, etc. I found very few spark plugs at Beaulieu but
I did trade with several other collectors including the Heerens, a
young couple from the Netherlands.

Betty and I slept on an air mattress under the Berrys’
awning, amidst the parts. A good way to get the real feel of any
show. Needless to say we enjoyed every minute at Beaulieu, thanks
to our helpful friends.

From there we headed across England by train and then by ship
across the sea to Ireland. In Ireland we headquartered at the city
of Cork. From Cork we traveled out and about southern Ireland
visiting the sea ports and other places of interest, like Blarney
Castle where Betty kissed the legendary Blarney Stone. I didn’t
kiss it because I didn’t think it offered any of the
improvements I need, such as growing hair on a bald head.

On one tour along Ireland’s west coast I chased the sheep
out of the road in front of the bus. It is open range there, where
the grass grows like a solid green mat form the top of the
mountains down to the sea.

Arriving back into the city of Cork late at night I inquired of
two elderly ladies who were seated across from us on the bus if
they were going to call a cab because they had said they lived
seven or eight blocks form the bus station. They told us they had
no fear of walking the streets of Cork late at night. Later, we
learned the city of Cork, the size of approx. 300,000 people, has
not had a murder in more than twelve years. We were truly impressed
by the kind and gentle people of Cork where the predominant color
of the automobiles reflects the eyes of the people, many shades of
blue. We made some good friends in Cork, Ireland. We have a common
interest in preserving Model T Fords. Henry Ford had a factory in
Cork, which built Fordson tractors and the right had drive Model

I hope this story gives you the feel we had in three weeks of on
the go.

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