Donington is only four, maybe five miles from Scamblesby and despite it being even more rural than Scam is (it’s along a B road and is further from civilisation). Fairly recently there has been a bunch of new builds put up in the village, they have a village store, a pub and a post-office. Donington is also a bit of an odd place, the lady who runs the store is clearly a local and is one of the “you’re not from round here, are you?” types, which is fine but isn’t the most welcoming. Whereas the Post-Office was recently bought by a couple who have moved to the area and are lovely, but I suppose it’s the difference between someone who has been there for years and is jaded against the enthusiasm that comes from a new adventure.
Just outside Donington there is a wonderful place, a place called Capri Gear. That’s right, it’s a yard dedicated to parts for the Ford Capri. My dad used to own many Capris (you don’t have a choice otherwise you’ll never have one that runs) so he used to take me there when I was a kid (around aged 5-9) and Martin (the owner) remembered my dad as he was a good customer and having the last name Wiltowski really helps. Of course he didn’t recognise me, the last he saw of me I was 9 for crying out loud. But, the second I said who I was he was all smiles and was shocked that it has been going on fifteen years since I was last there. Once I had finished having a little chat I went round and asked him brother (who owns the yard) if he minded me poking round with a camera, he had no objections so off I went.
I was like a pig in shit, it’s a proper yard with all the buildings filled with bits, tools and projects all waiting for there turn. IMG_4330 is probably my favourite from the project. It also has no place in the edit as it doesn’t work in the set. Which sucks because I love places like that, you know something will happen with that bike eventually, but it could well be another decade before it sees the light of day again. Note to self, if all else fails buy a yard somewhere and fill it with stuff.








