IT wasn't the camouflage or the ARP men exercising in 1939 ("Those were the days, 1939: Camouflage and ARP exercises in ‘Phoney War’", The Herald, January 23) but rather the three small cars that caught my attention. I am not conversant enough in old cars to identify those shown but somehow they reminded me of the car we owned in the early 1960s.

My late husband came home one day with what turned out to be a 1935 Morris 8 which he had obtained by swapping his Philishave electric razor with the young Scotsman who worked at the same company in Liverpool. Never mind that the rear doors were roped together to stop them opening or that the front passenger door was prone to flying open and the dog falling out, it was a brilliant wee car and sailed up and down many steep hills in North Wales. Our daughter's carrycot was also roped in to stop it from coming off the back seat and I kept a firm hold of the passenger door and the dog too. As an extra safety precaution, we always kept a brick in the boot to put behind one of the wheels whenever we stopped on a slope. We knew every cemetery tap in North Wales for topping-up the radiator.

The wee car did noble service until we had saved enough to buy an old Ford Cortina for which the Morris was traded in, and I missed it such a lot. I see that a similar car, minus the roped-together doors of course, would be fetching about £3,000 today.

Thelma Edwards, Kelso.