Every spare inch along the walls is crammed with a collection of vintage bicycles, with more packed into three garden sheds and a cellar.
And while the Volkswagens played a pivotal role in the carefree life of a family who thought nothing of heading off in the camper with no particular place to go, they have been usurped in Jarrett’s affections by his two-wheeled first love.
“I’m more into the bikes than the cars now,” says the 73-year-old, chatting in his kitchen and occasionally interrupted by a screaming cuckoo clock.
“I ought to get rid of the VWs. I need the space… I need some more bikes.”
His wife Mary rolls her eyes, well used to her husband returning from local auctions with another addition to join the Raleighs, Hetchins and Bates bought for anything from £2 to £200.
“He’s even got them from fly-tipping by the side of the road,” she says. “He’ll see something and say, ‘I’ve got to go back and get that.’”
Jarrett, an engineer and draughtsman by trade, fell in love with cycling as a youngster, following in the wheeltracks of his father.
“I just loved biking about as a kid,” he says. “It gave me so much freedom.
“Dad was a cyclist and he bought me my first bike. When I passed my O Levels, we went halves on a Hetchin – I got the frame, and he bought the wheels.”
Hetchins were famed for their patented curved stays – to reduce vibration – plus ornate, hand-cut lugwork, and enjoyed Olympic and World Championship success in the ’30s.
Before long, Jarrett was racing in time trials, reluctantly at first: “I didn’t want to compete initially, but when we went out on club runs I found that I could ride quickly.”
“I remember one race as a junior: a terrible, rainy day – I was third fastest,” he recalls.
“Then Dad bought me some racing wheels and I was averaging about 25mph. I was really doing quite well, winning some races, but then I got involved with Mary and packed it in.”
A stint racing mountain bikes followed before family life got in the way and the camper took the strain for magical mystery tours around Britain with Mary, daughters Rachel and Becky, and Sam the Border Collie.
“Often it was totally unplanned,” says Jarrett. “We never booked a campsite and we didn’t know where we were going.
“We might be heading to Cornwall, then hear a weather forecast and go in the opposite direction. It was chaos, which is very me.”
He might have given up competition, but Jarrett would often cycle to work and, over the years, pushbikes began to take over the garage.
“I never intended to buy more, and I don’t go looking for them, but I’d head to a sale and they were going for next to nothing so it was just, ‘I’ll have that.’
“I did buy a Bates Cantiflex for £200, but I knew it was worth a lot of money. Sometimes I buy a bike to cannibalise it for spares.
“It might cost me £80 for a new chain and sprockets, but I can buy a whole secondhand bike for a few quid. I always intend to chuck the rest away, but I never get round to it.”
Jarrett now has more than 30 complete bikes to choose from: “There are some I’ve not ridden for 20 years, but then I’ll pick one out and ride it every day.
“I still love the freedom of it. I don’t care where I go, I just like cruising along through the countryside.
“I can make my mind go completely blank, so that’s what I do.”
Words: Matt Ware
Images: Simon Finlay