If you cast your mind back, into the mists of time, you may remember that Britain stood tall amongst European nations in industrial design; nowhere did this exhibit itself more strongly than in car manufacturing.
Then globalisation happened. The UK is still pretty good at manufacturing cars, but now the R&D is based everywhere and belongs to companies not countries.
But because we Brits love heritage, including and especially our industrial past, we still keep a fair number of classic cars on the road. So that’s probably why I hang onto my family’s old Morris Traveller, which once was the Estate of choice of the middle classes.
This old car has recently been across the Pyrenees; admittedly overtaken by lycra cyclists and tractors on the steepest climbs, all the way to Sagres and back via Bilbao, without once needing any engine tinkering.
And when it’s not engaged on a European adventure, it gets the occasional outing in Somerset, where unlike Spain no one bats an eyelid.