Pulling the tarpaulin off the ageing beast, a cloud of semi fine dust sprayed upwards.
Pristine paintwork glistened as dappled sunlight caught falling dust turning the garage into a snow globe.
The crank at the front ready.
Hearing the ‘T’ start for the first time since dad died completed the magical scene.
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