I too visited his remarkable place over a dozen years ago. As you say, very
nice fellow, but wary of people in general and protective (justifiably) of his
amazing rambling property.
I remember the Healeys crammed door handle to door handle in his house. I
remember the tented semi-outdoor workshop area in which he had, among other
things, a rare HRG on the go. I remember the rows and rows of British cars
parked neatly out back in the woods under lean-to shelters, most painted with
a heavy tar / asphalt preservative substance.
Wonderful place, but you knew most of these cars would never wake from their
slumber.
best
Peter
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