So, by now you will have gathered that I am a bit of a trending philistine, and probably a pretty boring old-fashioned git! Well, what do you expect of a retired biology/science teacher? So sorry, no "lol" ( I had a feeling it wasn't Lots of Love, but I thought it was Loads of Laughs!) or "lmao"( whatever that is!) in my wee story ( what's a "thread"?)
Anyway, back in 1990 or so, I purchased one or two Morris Minors with the intention of getting them free of rust and up and running, neither of which I succeeded in doing! I was reasonably handy, having bought an old farmhmouse with outbuildings and an acre of land in rural Aberdeenshire, and I had turned it from a barely habitable dwelling into a much extended, comfortable and reasonably well appointed modern home with space for myself and my wife, our three children and my wife's mother and grandmother! Yes, that's right.........4 generations in one house (plus the cats and the Newfoundland!)........does that allow me to be slightly off the wall? It probably explains my patience and my desire to have a "sheddie" where I could do my woodwork and my barn where I thought I could restore my cars!! Any way, having slated, installed windows, having wired and plumbed, pointed, stripped, plasterboarded, taped, insulated and goodness knows what else, how difficult could it be to restore a simple wee car like a Morris Minor!?
Anyway, having as a tweenager (the next decade after "teenager"!) been absolutely convinced that I could do pretty much anything that I set my mind to, ( after all I'd stripped and rebuilt the engine on my Mk1 Cortina GT and fitted a Piper ( or was it Pyper?) high lift cam and done many other repairs.......sadly often involving aluminium mesh and Cataloy!) I soon found out that perhaps there was a bittie more to this restoration lark than I had imagined!! After all,I had bought Practical Classics every month for ages and read all the articles. What else is necessary!
Now, it so happened that in the early '90's my wife, Anne, and I had made the acquaintance of a wonderful old Englishman of the name Charles Fripp, probably down to the fact that he had a wee business in one of the fishing towns of Aberdeenshire from which he sold Minor parts etc.Initially, not knowing who he was, I had written a letter to "The man who sold Morris Minors, somewhere near Banff, Aberdeenshire, Scotland" and, all credit to the Royal Mail, I received a reply about a fortnight later! Charles was a wonderful guy, but was bit like a fish out of water living in a wee parochial fishing community like Portsoy where you weren't regarded as part of the community unless at least five generations of your family had been born and bred there!! He was a frightfully proper English-spoken bachelor with a great handlebar moustache and mutton-chops whiskers who fitted into the Portsoy social hierarchy about as well as Robert Mugabe at a Ku Klux Klan meeting! Except that there wasn't an unpleasant bone in the man's body! He just wanted to get on with his life and have one or two friends, but up there people didn't even pass the time of day with him. In the two years that he lived there I believe that, apart from Anne and I, no-one ever even invited him for tea! If anyone knows of his whereabouts now, please let me know. I have tried to find him a couple of times, but I'm none too able at a lot of this internet malarky! Still trying to negotiate my way around this MMOC site, to be honest!!
Anyway, Charles, who had a Daimler Conquest, a Humber Hawk and a lovely Porcelain Green Minor convertible ( which he offered to sell to us.....how I wish I could have afforded it!), had been down on a visit to Englandshire to sell the Humber, and had returned with an Almond Green Traveller of '60 vintage. This he offered to us, and it came into our possession before he even got the vehicle registered in his name, so I am actually only the third registered owner.
She was a sweet running wee car, as she should have been having done only 54,000 miles and having been well looked after all her life. Charles, had he had time to get his name onto the logbook (buff) would have been the third owner, but instead, that privelege fell to me. The previous owner had been a lady in Sonning Common, near Reading in Berkshire. This lady had owned the vehicle since 1965 so had had it for about a quarter of a century, and when I got it in 1991, I got in touch with her to ask her one or two questions about it.
Sadly, it seemed that she had been the victim of a couple of conmen who had approached her with a view to purchasing this rather nice Frilford Grey Traveller with a view to cherishing it and looking after it for a long time to come! Having persuaded the good lady to sell it (probably for a song!), they promptly sold off the registration number (WJB 699), gave it a quick blow-over with Almond Green to make it more desirable to punt it on ( some parts inside being left grey, and other parts, including most of the interior and the engine bay, being brush painted with all the care and effort one would expect of a two year old!)!
The good lady also informed me that her husband had religiously rubbed down and re-varnished the wood every Autumn, and that certainly explains why the wood was in such excellent condition structurally, even if the inner beauty was slightly obscured by the layers of varnish!! In fact, the wood proved to be in such good condition that during the current restoration ( ongoing as I type!) it has been decided not to replace it or even remove it from the vehicle.
The interior of the vehicle had also clearly been carefully looked after, and so it is that Newton Commercial are going to be making very little money out of me for this restoration as the only thing I shall be buying from them will be a new set of carpets. WJB 699 had, when I took over ownership ( she had been allocated one of those awful "A" suffix numbers by now; BLJ 533A) been appointed with one of those rubber floor coverings which are, of course, unobtainable now, and so carpets will be the order of the day when she is finally completed.
After purchasing the vehicle from Charles, she was used as an everyday runabout until tax or the MOT ran out ( can't remember which!)
Then I took her off the road with the intention of doing some cosmetic work to her This started in summer 1991, when I removed the interior, started to strip the passenger side woodwork of it's layers of varnish with a hot airgun and scraper, and I removed all four wings. Then the engine and gearbox came out, followed the rear springs and the back axle. Most things were removed from the engine bay, and the rear sliding windows also got separated from the shell. Off came the driver's side shocker, kingpin and hub.
She sat on the chassis tilter looking somewhat sad and denuded, and occasionally I would suffer a wee pang of guilt that might see me take a piece of abrasive paper to a section of wood, or try out a new type of paint/rust removing aid on a door or in the engine bay. Never did it enter my head that actual restoration would be so far into the future that I should have left these areas painted to keep the surface rust at bay! I didn't realise that I was making so much more work for the restoration when it did finally happen!
Basically WJB 699/BLJ 533A which had now become SSU 377 ( I had applied for an age-related number before the Aberdeen branch of the Vehicle Licensing Office knew that such things existed!) sat upon the chassis tilter for the next 21 years, I am ashamed to say!
It's only now that I am retired and have a wee bit of cash to spare that I have taken the plunge and decided that the only way restoration of this vehicle is ever going to happen is if I enlist the help of a professional! I am now 63 years old, with a bit of arthritis in my left ( gear lever!) shoulder, and I want to have the time to enjoy my Morris before I am only capable of driving a vehicle with with power steering and an automatic gearbox ( God forbid!!). I used to despise those who I regarded as being guilty of doing chequebook restorations, but, as there had been absolutely no progress in the last two decades, I felt itwas my only option
So, about three months ago, I put the shell up to Retro Restorations near Fraserburgh in Aberdeenshire to see what he thought was possible. While he didn't quite recoil in abject horror at his first sight of my treasure, I got the distinct feeling that he would really prefer to be getting on with the FHC E-type or the Mk 1 Escort that were in his workshop, and that he was just taking the job on as a kindness to a nostalgia-filled old (-ish) man who had a project that he couldn't seem to get done elsewhere!
The photographs attached to this article show what the owner, Graeme, was taking on!! Shall we just say that it looked, at first glance, like something that had been stripped and left in a damp barn for almost quarter of a century!
Now, all that writing wot yoo 'av just read is an introduction and brief history of myself and my Traveller. I don't really know whether I am boring the pants off people who look at this website or not, so I will go no further than this other than to say that I shall monitor any comments and feedback on what I have written so far, and if anyone is actually interested and cares to read any more of my verbal outpourings then I shall consider writing some more. However, having been a teacher for three and a half decades, I know how easy it can be when talking about something that interests the speaker to go on ( and on...and on.....and on!) without realising that half the audience can't wait for the end to come!!
Your comments and feedback determine whether or not I write any more, but someone said that it would be a good idea for members to tell the tale of their restorations!! Bet he/she's regretting it now!!!!!
I shall just say that things have progressed apace since "The Beastie" went into the Moggy hospital!

