Good numbers at AGM

A good attendance at the club’s AGM at Shannons’ Fyshwick augurs well for the club during the coming year.

Despite the absence overseas of a number of staunch members, a quorum was easily achieved and the evening’s business was speedily transacted.

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Brrrr…Battle of Waterloo

The first Battle of Waterloo occurred on Sunday 18 June 1815 in a place far from a yet to be conceived Canberra.  That day did not end well for the French with Napolean’s defeat at the hands of the British and a few allies spelling the start of the end to an erstwhile promising political career.

Jump forward 197 years to a place much closer to home and the French fall short of the mark (or should that be ‘marque’) once again.  The annual Canberra classic car community’s ‘re-enactment’ of the earlier Anglo-French stoush on the chilly Rond Terraces saw the Brits once more come out on top (61 cars) of the Frogs (42 cars).  Third year in a row as it turns out.

Unlike the 1815 bust up, the 2012 ‘clash’ was a more genteel and civil affair with everyone enjoying an eclectic display of auto finery.

That said, the day was not without its high drama.  First the gas bottle turned out to be ‘sans gaz’ (Hm, yes! it must have been the last gazp when the bottle was given a pre-departure check). The ever reliable Brian and Heather combination called in reinforcements in the form of a butane stove that applied heat to the nether regions of Billy with good effect.  It wasn’t too long before David’s very hearty and satisfying missionary soup was working its wonders on the shivering classes.

Unfortunately the gazebo succumbed to the wind and had to be retired hurt.  With several Morries for shelter against the elements and warm friendships a plenty we soldiered on to the finish.  A quick photo shoot against the backdrop of the lake and it was time to retire to barracks.

Thanks to the French clubs for organising a pleasant outing and the chance to get some Morries (and a few others) onto the field.

Glenn Davidson

 

Confessions of a born-again folkie …

Those who attended the National Folk Festival with the Club will probably know I was not overly enthusiastic about going, even though Kay goes whenever she can.

But that’s all behind me now!

At the designated hour on Good Friday, a good contingent of Club Morris Minors met at the gates to EPIC. Once we had our passes and concrete barriers were removed we passed into the main arena to our display area. The organisers had erected a substantial “tent” to provide shelter for us and we were at liberty to participate in all the Festival had to offer.

Now I always thought the price of tickets were a touch over the top, it must be a trace of my Scottish ancestry or having lived too close to the Yorkshire border. Well brass is brass. Despite Kay’s attempts to educate me I failed to see how you could justify the cost. Well I don’t admit it very often (if at all) but I was wrong!

The Festival offers a myriad of class acts and the main problem is one of choice.

I was lucky I had Kay as a guide. Fancy walking into a marquee and seeing a chap playing an accordion. I nearly walked out but no he put that down and went on to entertain with old folk songs accompanied by a guitar. I learnt not to judge performances too early and I was thoroughly entertained by a brilliant performance by a Canadian singer dancer fiddle player WOW! Then there was the brass band, comedians and the list goes on. I was so well entertained I missed out on coffees and sampling the various food venues.

So in summary, what was going to be me dropping Kay off ended with me being there whenever I could. Of special mention was one of the promotional items where two non-musicians were taught to play instruments by two mentors. Sebastian (Director of the Festival) was one of them. They must have great teaching ability as the two guinea pigs astounded me with what they had managed to learn within ten weeks.

My thanks go to the Festival Committee for inviting the Club to display our cars (which attracted a lot of attention) and for allowing us free entry to the full event and also to David for organising our end of things.

Just so they know … they have a convert and I will happily accompany Kay to the festival in future. It is a pity the event clashes with the National Morris Minor Rallies which, of course, means we can only attend every second year.

Gerry Walker