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The day after my trip to Caen Hill, my friend Mary came down from London. We were planning to visit the recently opened Newt in Somerset. We had joked about making sure we had gloves with us, the weather had been so awful on her previous visit in June, when we had stuck to our plans to go round the Bishop’s palace and Gardens in Wells, but the pictures were so dull and grey and cold that I didn’t write it up. In the event it was even worse. Perhaps not so cold, but it was raining continuously, and only forecast to stop mid-afternoon. So we abandoned those plans to another day, and decided to visit the Haynes International Motor Museum, just a short drive from Castle Cary Station where I had picked her up.
First though, a stop in the town for a coffee at the George Hotel, opposite the Market House.


Although I had been vaguely aware of the Museum, in the eight years I had lived in Somerset I had never visited it. Established in the 1980s, with its 400 cars and motorcycles from many countries it truly merits the epithet ‘international’. It was quite amazing, and, though neither of us has the slightest interest in motor vehicles, we had a great day out.
I do apologise to real motoring aficionados for the undoubted mislabelling which will have occurred from time to time below. I tried to keep track but fear I may well have made some errors. Corrections, and suggestions for filling gaps, if added in Comments will be gratefully noted and acted upon.
There were a few cars in reception, and this one caught our eyes.

As you go through the dark doors, you are plunged into ‘The Dawn of Motoring.’


This then greets your eyes. Nearest is Veteran and Vintage. Where do you start?



We turned off to visit The Red Room.






Back to Veteran and Vintage.

A reconstruction of a WWI car turned into a tank.


I took photos of quite a lot of car mascots.


A byway into Minis and Micros

And back into vintage cars.


No yellow room, but a collection of yellow cars.



I’m pretty sure that my (state) primary school headmaster, Mr May, had one of these (below) in the 1950s. Perhaps head teachers were paid more, in real terms, in those days.


There was a whole section, on a first floor, for motorcycles, which we didn’t visit – there are limits – but this magnificent Harley Davidson made it to the main British Marque showroom.


I think I’m rather glad that steam cars didn’t last for more than a few decades. The Stanley Twins started making this model in 1897.



1937 Ford V8 Model 78 Deluxe ‘Woody’

Plenty of displays on the walls as well.

More mascots, or hood ornaments.




It was time for a bite of lunch, in the café just off the reception area.

While Mary held a place in the lengthy queue – they apologised profusely for the delay, explaining that the tills had gone down, but were now up and running again – I went back to reception, and found my very first car, a Wolseley Hornet, only mine had been a pale turquoise.

After lunch we found ourselves in the ‘other foreign cars’ section. We looked at this and virtually chorused that it must be Russian. We were right. (I suspect that we actually had some deep memory of the car.)

Aggressive or what?

In 2010, most unexpectedly I found myself the sole tourist occupant of a white Ambassador for three days in Uttar Pradesh, India. Sadly, the Mumbai massacres had just taken place, so instead of having only a driver with me, I had some army fellow with a rifle as well, for my ‘protection’. I sat scared in the back, and had to ask for the rifle not to be pointed so near me over the shoulder of the army man, who sat in the front passenger seat. I really would have preferred not to have been ‘protected’ in that way.
This Ambassador seems much more peaceful. I understand that, prestige cars as they have been seen in India for a long time, they are now being phased out, heavy polluters that they are.

We seem to have wandered back into the British car section.

And now into The American Dream once more.



More hood ornaments.





Hall of motorsport. My dad, who never drove, would have loved this section. He used to spend hours in front of the TV watching the cars going round and round.




Motor scooters (but few of them British).



There was a section on The Morris Story



There was a large section called Memory Lane.






But I still hadn’t seen my favourite car, the MG Midget that I had owned in the mid-1970s. I had seen this car.


And a 1947 MG.

But not my little pride and joy, in whatever colour.
Towards the end of our visit we found ourselves back in The Red Room, near a couple of Museum employees chatting to each other. I asked them about ‘my’ Midget. We were led to it, not far away. Mine had been white and a model just few years later than this one, but here it was, nearby in The Red Room, and overlooked earlier by me. I was invited to step over the rope barrier and examine it more closely.



Here’s a photo my dad took (and subsequently developed, enlarged and printed) on 11th June 1976, as he carefully noted on the back. I wonder what he would have made of it’s being out there in The Cloud 43 years later!

A cup of tea and a cake, and it was time for Mary to be taken back the short distance to her train (in my Skoda Citigo, just awarded best city car of the year by ‘Which?’). What had been just something to do on a wet day had turned out to be a very enjoyable experience indeed.
I couldn’t agree more. I hadn’t realised you had managed to include so much of what we saw. It really is a magnificent museum.
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And but for our having fixed a date, we would never have seen it – well not yet anyway!
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You know you are a secret petrol head! (is that the correct term?) Love that picture your Dad took. Amazing collection – and the car on the farm where I used to spend my holidays is the 1959 Ford Popular. We drove to nearby Dundalk every market day with a cargo of butter and eggs.The other one I want is the Ambassador scooter! Well done – great pictures!
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No petrolhead I! But I have enjoyed the BBC 4 programmes these last two days on Building a Car, incidentally with their frequent message about the importance of ‘just in time’.
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What a splendid record you have now of a most exciting museum I only wish that I had been there too. However your pictures certainly did it justice.
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Pop down to Somerset and I’ll happily revisit!
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What a wonderful collection. Thank you for showing us round it so thoroughly.
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But a small selection of the 400 vehicles.
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Lovely photo of you in your Midget! I also had one in the 1970s, mine was a beige colour, very 70s.BestLizSent from Samsung tablet.
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I gave mine up when I went into social work/probation, thinking it would be impractical. Boo, hoo!
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What a memory to recall Mr May’s car !! As for head teachers being paid more, my Dad as headteacher of Tudor Road Juniors, still rode a bike for many years. (But maybe it was his family that was a drain on his resources !)
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It may be a false memory of course. Or it could be that it was a slightly less splendid big shiny upright black car. (Commas omitted deliberately. They taught us proper in those days!) But it wasn’t a Popular, that’s for sure!
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Incroyable musée ! La Lambretta ne peut pas être accusée d’un défaut d’éclairage… Bravo à ton papa pour la photo de 1976. Pour une “Midget”, elle me paraît déjà de bonne taille ! Par rapport à ma 4L de 1978 par exemple.
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The Midget really was quite small, and it was only a two-seater. Perhaps I’m not a good indicator of scale, and yes, it was longer than my present Skoda Citigo.
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