Not the usual run-of-the-mill fire engines. Oh no. But the cute, old fashioned 1950's sort of fire engine.
The sort that makes you smile when you are getting your petrol and makes you think of a character in a children's book.
"Why don't they make them like this anymore?" I ask the owner.
They do children's birthday parties instead. Lovely, I thought as I peeped through the window and could see all the helmets and jackets hanging up in a row. I remember that once upon a time my Tom would have loved to have come across this little, red engine. I go off to pay for my petrol in a cloud of nostalgia and quietly smile once more.
