True beauty doesn’t have to be sexy, just admired. I took all this in in an instant, and mentally put it aside while I wondered what caused the indignation – and, indeed, the visit. I could not recall any cars under restoration in the Pits that would have a Venus such as this as owner. She wasn’t dressed for effect, that was for sure: black tights, long blue dress and an old green anorak thrown over them. Rain was threatening, although this apparition walked with sunshine around her. I had never seen her before and yet I seemed to be far from the top of her list of favourite people. I remained where I was outside the farmhouse front door, unable to move with shock. She marched up, planted herself in front of me and, yes, folded her arms grimly under her perfectly-sized (from what I could see) bosom. ‘Mr Colby?’ Usually, a stranger’s voice shatters any dreams that appearance might have inspired. Not with this young lady – except that the ‘Mr’ she employed would suggest I was way out of her range for anything closer than a business relationship.
