Beaulieu or bust

Made it to the Beaulieu Autojumble Saturday. After a speedy drive down to the South coast, Paul and I hit the six mile tailback just to get into the car park. Two hours in the queue and we finally got parked up.
Straight to the far field and worked our way through the stalls one by one and systematically by rows. Four cylinder heads, three vintage ratchet car jacks and hand fulls of window winders later the arms finally failed. Time for a big cardboard box taped onto a sack barrow. Then it became serious. Flywheels, spring suspensions a gearbox and all sorts of vintage junk. Two days there and you could build a bastard jalopy the likes of which the world has never seen. Found my brass headlamp and taillight, not sure about the mirror I bought though. Inspiration wherever you looked, interesting and crazy items on every stall. Fields upon fields of them. No wonder people flock there from all over Europe. What a mechanical garden of Eden! 
The vintage bikes for sale were superb and well beyond my means. It didn't stop me from speculating how a second mortgage could be swindled. Didn't get a chance to photograph every jewel of two wheel engineering but here are just a few that took my fancy. There were so, so many more........