I had planned to take our Sunbeam Stiletto, to harmonise with the rear-engine vibe, and spent a while preparing it with a new water pump (loose bearings in the old one) and a new starter motor (the old one kept not engaging). Then its gearbox sprang a leak so I didn't dare risk it. Bring on then, the three-cylinder, two-stroke, 38bhp, 1961 Saab 96.
We met up at the Old Rectory Hotel at Llangattock, just the other side of the River Usk from Crickhowell, whose kitchen produced a supper far beyond any of our expectations. The next morning we set off on our route of mainly B-roads or unclassified lanes, driving over mountains with difficult names, getting slightly lost, passing through Brecon and over Mynydd Eppynt, venue for many a rally stage.
We were worried about the weather, this being Wales in March, but the sun shone, the sheep were smiling and the vistas were beyond glorious. A particular high spot was the B4518 from Rhayader to Llanidloes, a pretty little town where my grandmother was born and where the Great Oak Café serves excellent mocha cake. That road has a perfect surface, seemingly no traffic and some brilliant bends to aim around as yet another panorama unfolds.