Goodness, it's really quite a while since I last updated this thread!
Since my last update, I've been to Yorkshire and back in the car, covering 700 miles over 5 days, which isn't bad-going really.
I set off on Friday afternoon, after work, and travelled down to Devil's Bridge, at Kirkby Lonsdale to meet up with my friends. I travelled down with my friend from Ireland who was in his 1100, and complained that even with the longer diff fitted to his car, he wasn't happy cruising at P6 motorway speeds. We all popped CB radios into our cars for the trip, which were very handy. That evening we all camped outside Hawes, and retired to the pub in the evening.
The next morning we set off for a trip up the buttertubs, and camped in the grounds of a rather fantastic Youth Hostel in the North Yorkshire Moors.
On the Sunday, we set off for Goathland, taking a fantastic scenic route and having a very nice drive. Unfortunately the campsite that we used for the two nights we were in Goathland wasn't the best I'd encountered, and had the most awful road I've seen for a while. We drove around a lot of roads as featured in Heartbeat, and had dinner in the Aidensfiel Arms that evening. The next day, we did a bit more exploring, and visited a car dealer in Thornton-le-Dale, where we were well-received and had a good look around some fantastic cars, including rather a nice 2200TC! We then went back to Goathland over some amazing roads, and made an attempt at cooking our own meal, before ending up in the Aidensfield Arms, again.

At this point, one of my friends, in the white MGB GT, had to go home, as he was working the next day.
The next day, the plan was to leave Goathland in good time, and head up to Alnwick where we'd camp that evening. Unfortunately, things didn't quite go to plan. For a start, we didn't get up particularly early, and didn't get away from the campsite until 11 or so, by the time we'd packed up, and jump started a certain MGB which had been charging phones and so on for rather longer than it could cope. Once we were on the road, things were going fine, until we got near Guisborough at which point the MG Midget cut out without warning. At the time, we suspected it was the fuel pump, and changed it over, but to no avail, so we decided to see if we could track down a different pump. At this point, we decided that the Austins should continue up to Alnwick, and my car, and the MGB would be used to go around various places, looking for pumps, since they would be an awful lot happier on the motorway, and could cruise at higher speeds with ease. After running over to Thornton-le-Dale again, over a terrific back-road, we got what we wanted, and at this point, we were advised that where the Midget had been left wasn't a particularly nice place to leave it, so we hastily returned to it, and fitted the new part. Still nothing. At which point we wondered if it was a blockage somewhere in the system. After an accidental mouthful of petrol, Harry's Midget was back on the road, by which time it was starting to get a little dark. We thought we'd try to see if we'd be able to get to Alnwick that evening, but after pounding along the A1, concluded that by half 9, we should go to a travelodge, and in the end stayed in one just outside Washington. We thought we'd been terribly clever, as the last time we'd heard from the others, just 10 minutes earlier, they still hadn't found a campsite.
After the first decent night's sleep of the trip, we headed up to meet the others, just outside Alnwick, half expecting them to have slept in their cars. UNfortunately, for us, it transpired that they'd somehow struck a deal with the local hotel, and were staying in a very posh cottage by the sea, with a full-cooked breakfast supplied in the morning!

It was my birthday on the Wednesday, so I was rather surprised when I was given a couple of Rover 2000 brochures for the launch of the automatic models.
That evening I decided to head home, as I was working on Thursday. I made excellent time until I got to Carlisle, at which point, the car stalled at some traffic lights, and then became a complete pain in the neck, deciding it didn't wish to proceed any further than the car park of my favourite Italian restaurant

In the end I was brought home on a breakdown lorry, due to a combination of no brake lights, a starter motor which was crying enough, and a faulty inhibitor switch. All of these problems were solved pretty quickly!
Anyway, here are a few photos. My apologies that the car is filthy in some of the later ones, and missing a rear reflector, which fell off during the trip.
