Andy’s Cars

If there’s one thing everyone knew about Andy it was that he loved cars.

Andy fulfilling a life-long dream at Prestwold Hall

Back when we were small he would line up his Matchbox cars alongside my Britain’s animals … then run them all over!  I will never forget the time he took me out in his first car, a little white Nova.  It might have been small but Andy really knew how to make it go!  I do wonder if he was deliberately trying to scare the pants off me as we flew round the bends on the country roads between Mountsorrel and Quorn – it worked, because it took a long time before I was willing to go in the car with him again!

It was a passion I could never understand and still don’t to be honest, despite living in a neighbourhood where every other car is a BMW or Mercedes.  For me a car is just a means to get from A to B and the less I have to think about it the better!

One of Andy’s cars surrounded by painted pottery and other Hilary’s nicknacks!

There were lots of things that made me and Andy very different.  As children that meant we hardly ever saw eye to eye.  But, to quote this week’s episode of The Durrells, difference is not the same as divergence, and as adults Andy and I both found a faith that drew us together, that crossed the boundaries of interests and taste and life choices.  What mattered was that we truly were brothers now, in flesh and in spirit.  For that I will always be grateful, and his toy cars which his nieces now own are a reminder that we don’t all have to like the same things to be as one.