FJ Holden

Dropped the car off for a service and then walked home, normally twenty five minutes, but today over two hours.

I had my camera with me and there was just so much to photograph.

It was very misty, even at 10am when this FJ Holden (I know, somebody will tell me it's an FE or FX), went flying through Blackheath.
The FJ is an Aussie icon that was well and truly part of my childhood, though sadly we had a Vanguard station wagon, which I thought very unAustralian of my father.

I remember in 1954, when the queen made her first visit out here, that eleven kids from our street hopped into one and we went on a right royal chase through the local streets.
Counting the driver that makes twelve!
No seatbelts, of course.
What fun we did have!

We were all crazy about the royals in those days, and when we weren't busy whipping up cardboard crowns with cotton wool ermine or tending to our scrapbooks, we were hunting down the latest royal sighting.

I think when I pick up the car I might leave the camera at home:)