When I was 17 I had a Morris 8 just like this. It was really my mother’s but I had full use as long as I filled it up.
I can still smell the leather seats.
I recall a day I had about 6 people in it going to the beach in Sydney’s Royal National Park. They had to get out and push it up the hills.
My father and I towed it to a wrecking yard, I recall pushing it in.
The next car was a Mini.