Putting all these unknowns to one side, it really is a fascinating photograph. Look at that line of, let's assume, Yorkshire faces - as doughty and as solid as you'll see anywhere in the UK. Which one is Bert? Unfortunately there are no family resemblances that I can make out, so he remains anonymous. Look at the splendid collection of headwear: a man would be undressed if he didn't have a cap on his head at all times in those days - including in the shower (and I've got a true story about this to relate sometime). And look at that charabanc, a Leviathan amongst its contemporary motorised transport midgets.
It is eighty or ninety years since charabancs were seen on English roads and my younger readers may be wondering what they are. They are simply very early motorised coaches, with the name originating from the French char à bancs ("carriage with wooden benches"). Their demise is rather sad: the modern-day hen-night stretch limo just can't compare to these magnificent beasts. It would appear that their journey to obscurity has reached the terminus - in 2011 Collins Dictionary finally removed "charabanc" from its lists. The word just exists in the memories of old fogeys like me, not, I hasten to add, that I've ever had a ride in one.
It is eighty or ninety years since charabancs were seen on English roads and my younger readers may be wondering what they are. They are simply very early motorised coaches, with the name originating from the French char à bancs ("carriage with wooden benches"). Their demise is rather sad: the modern-day hen-night stretch limo just can't compare to these magnificent beasts. It would appear that their journey to obscurity has reached the terminus - in 2011 Collins Dictionary finally removed "charabanc" from its lists. The word just exists in the memories of old fogeys like me, not, I hasten to add, that I've ever had a ride in one.
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