James Walshe surprises himself
I always thought the Beaulieu International Autojumble was for collectors of random old British bits but my first trip with PC three years ago revealed a truth. Beaulieu Autojumble is for everyone.
The joy of shuffling along rows of bonnets, wings and doors of all shapes and sizes, poking around baskets of mysterious small items and observing deals being done by enthusiasts from around the world – it’s a weekend of dusty, rusty rapture.
There are cherished classics on display, cars for sale and marquees full of old sales material. As a mildly obsessive car brochure collector, I can throw myself into the Tupperware boxes for hours on end, happy as I am spending a few quid and heading home to lose myself in a 1983 Ford range brochure.
There are even surprising benefits for a committed Francophile and Swede-fancier like me.