Dad’s Army
In one of the car parks, a small depot had been established for all the old army vehicles, the names of which I still don’t know, but most were certainly vehicles that would look out of place on any civilian road. As I passed, one of the old jeeps was being push started by a crew of men dressed in army uniforms, who on closer inspection were probably older than the jeep. As the jeep’s motor turned over and belched a cloud of blue smoke, the men doing the pusher hobbled to a stop.
At that point the thought just popped into my head—it’s like a scene from Dad’s Army.