It seems appropriate to share this tale. Last week I had a drink ( or drinks !) in Washington Village on 3 separate occasions ; The Steps, The Washington Arms and then then the Steps again !. This recent spell of cold weather reminded me of an event from the early 70s.
In those care free days we usually drank in the Village ; either the Arms, The Cross Keys or The Black Bush. One friday night we were having few in the Arms. My mate had a bright red Ford Capri the door of which opened with an actual key ( remember them !)
Anyhow, it had started snowing before we go there and a blizzard soon set in, blanketing the Village Green and everything else in a deep covering of snow.
My mate had a had a few so someone else volunteered to get his car ( it was parked round the corner) and drive it round for him, He wasn't sure which car it was so I volunteered to help him identify it. Now remember we hadnt seen him arrive with his Capri, we were already getting well oiled in the Arms.
Rounding the corner, we spotted a bright red Capri covered in snow and opened the door. With the help of the wipers we cleared the windows and put the heating on full blast . I got in the back and we put some music on the radio. This all took a while so the driver turned up , saw us and opened the passenger door.
" What are you doing ?"
" Getting the car ready why ?"
" This isn't my car, that's mine back there !"
Sure enough, there was his bright red Ford Capri about 20 yards behind. We hastily got out of the car locked it and ran back to the correct one. What must the owner of the wrong car have thought, seeing his windows all cleared and the car warming up !! And the same key opened both cars !!
Great night.
