My Dad did a turn out a while ago and arrived with a small selection of my old toy cars. Now I’m not convinced, given that this is a 1960’s car, that this was actually originally mine (sorry sis) but I do remember it well because of the driver and the dog in the back. Some of the scars on it are certainly my doing.
So this little Matchbox Morris is probably over 40 years old, has survived at least two of my family and is now in the hands of my small fella. And the dog is still faithfully looking out of the back window.
They don’t make ’em like that anymore.
I did a quick search for the Morris MG 1100 and came up with this site. Isn’t the Internet an amazing thing?