Today was the Quainton Village Green Classic Car Day again.

For the last 5 years, the Landlord at the George and Dragon at Quainton Bucks. has been encouraging Classic Car Owners to gather on the Village Green opposite the pub for an afternoon of chat and hopefully sampling of his fine ales and food.

Turn through 180 degrees and there we are across the road.

The starting time is advertised as starting a 2pm but here we are at 11am. As the day goes on more cars arrive to give a total compliment of about 20 cars.

Every Year, one or two Horses appear passing or grazing on the green.

Ah, I can see that for the first time the Windmill is open to visitors so I will be going up there as soon as I can.

 Arthurs Orange Mog alongside Keith's Le Mans 62 car.

We set up our Picnic Area under the tree. All was fine until Arthur (standing, who first introduced us here being a local man) was well and truely 'messed on' by one of a group of local wood pigeon roosting there. The Green Goddess, with roof up due to containing our Dog, Digby, was parked alongside the Landlords Mini. We also met with good friends Keith (sitting) & Rita (missing, dog walking with Ann) 

As soon as the wives returned, Arthur and I set of for a quick visit to the windmill.

 At the top of the green on the right is the road that leads down to the Church.

 This old Barn is in the Windmill grounds.

It looks 'So Large' when you get close to the Mill. We were just in time as the Mill closes at 2pm.

A Presentation Board of items for sale inside the Mill Base. 

Turn of the 20th Century Quainton.  

 The view to the South from the Platform.

 Looking to the West 

 A Closer view of the Cars from above.

Waddesdon Manor National Trust on the Hill Top in the distance. 

Quainton to the East towards the County Town of Aylesbury. 

 Arthur on the Balcony sorting out his Camera Focus.

A rather Green Swimming Pool in the garden of the house next door.

 While Arthur chatted to his neighbours, I carried on climbing up inside the mill.

The Mills main gears used to drive the mill's Grinding Wheels. 

One of the Many Sets of almost vertical Flights of Stairs that I have and will be climbing. 

The Green through one of the Windows 

 The Grinding Stones are inside being fed with Grain from the Tube above.

 Explaining the Drive Mechanisms.

 More Gears.

 Explaining how the Sails function.

The Full Milling Process Flow Chart

 The View of the Hills to the North.

One last couple of shots from the balcony doorway before I head down the last flight of stairs and back to the cars.

On the second floor is the Bagging Station, receiving the ground flour from the Grindstones above.

The First Floor has been used as the workshop where the village volunteers work on the seemingly constant maintenance required. 

This series of photos on the wall show part of the replacement of the Sails during a period of restoration.

It is now the official gathering time of 2pm, The Mill has closed and more cars start to arrive on the green

Keith finds something interesting to photograph on Arthurs Mog. 

 The Lady from the Mill stops by for a chat with the Local Men on her way home.

This rare 'Crossley' is one of two cars shown by a local man. 

 The Bull Nosed Morris has lots of Character with this massive 'Dickie Seat' available at the rear. 

Ah. Here he is returning with his second car, a rare MG 

 Together again.

The very proud Lady Owner of this Ford Cortina Estate apparently has a few more at home.

 Across in the pub car park some motorcycles gather. There are normally many more including Scooters.

 This old Triumph must be quite rare as well.

A Classic Matchless from the 1960's

It is now around 4pm and the early leavers begin to depart. 

 It is possible here to notice the Size Difference between the Traditional Morgan and the Larger Aero Series, This one being an early Series Aero 8

 Now its the Crossley's turn to leave.

 Needed to get some quick snaps of the MG before he comes back for it as well. - I love the way MG used these lovely Octagonal shapes everywhere, including the Rocker Box Screwheads.

 This old Military Austin Chummy Jeep was a late arrival.

The Sun is spoiling my shot of the famous and beautiful Bull Nose of the lovely Morris. Another of my favourite Classics along with the Riley's and Austin Sevens. 

The neat engine and the inside of the, very expensive to make, curved radiator  

One of two Bentleys who made a run through the village but sadly did not choose to stop. Was it something we may have said?

 For us, the day is over now, so one last shot of the windmill before we leave. (damn. I thought I was close enough to miss that overhead cable) 

The Classics have mostly all gone as we hand the Green back to the Villagers again.

So we say our farewell to Quainton and hope to have the opportunity to return again at the same time next year.

Frank.