Fifty Long Hot Summers

I bought a new Mini (old type) and was driving along a winding coast road with 2 passengers. I picked up 2 more and continued up a steep hill. The car started to stall. I stuck a foot out of the door and assisted the car upwards. Success, summit achieved, just.
I then parked and walked down a narrow track to the sea.
A group of old houses stood on the shore. Also an ancient, wooden, Cadbury Chocolate factory. All peeling paint and rotting wood. People were living inside, like relics from the fifties. Nothing had changed except all were older and more decrepit.
Another dream of me, I know. .