I bought thoroughbred cars when for the
most part they cost a few hundred pounds at the most. That is except
Bentley. There was a rule...£1000 per litre! I was flying out of RAF
Valley, a godforsaken outpost in the wilds of Anglesey. I heard rumours
that a man had died on the island leaving an old Bentley. After some
research I discovered the erstwhile home of the late Capt Hewitt. The
place could easily have been the Welsh National Monument to Obsessive
Compulsive Disorder! Lost in the wilds was a 30 ft high brick enclosure ..
a 20th century copy of Harlech castle.
Within the bulging walls was his home
and the largest collection of just about everything you could collect.
Thousands of bird eggs, stuffed animals, cigarette cards, beer mats, steam
engines, plastic bags and yes, an 8 litre VDP le Mans replica. If that was
not exciting enough, this car had driven just 300 miles before being
placed on jacks and left with the rest of the 'collection'. Hewitt willed
that his servant dispose of the estate; a task he was trying to complete
with ill will. I expressed an interest in the car, and he agreed that I
should try to get the thing working again. The bores were still filled
with oil, and after just five hours work the car fired up and ran like a
top. The first time in 34 years.
The tyres would have needed replacing,
so I left the car and an offer which I hoped would be accepted.
Unfortunately Hewitt's servant discovered the £1000 per litre rule from
someone in a local pub. This was far too much for me. I understand that
Douglas Ferranti, the missile man, bought the car. He already had a fine
collection on the Welsh North Coast, so I knew that it was at least in