The third week in November already, though it certainly didn’t feel like it today, right enough it was quite chilly when I awoke but the day was fine and there was no holding me back. Darling wife was heading off for a few days leaving me in charge of pigs, hens, wee dog and of course the favourite son. OK, the only son, so he’s bound to be Anyway I’ve much to do so I started a list but of course that didn’t take into account the extra chores of looking after the Dude. Not that he takes much looking after but there’s this school carry on to deal with, so its not just a simple matter of feeding him. I also have to wash and dry a weeks worth of clothes for his stay in the hostel and make sure he has everything he needs for the week away from home. I know, I know you mums have been doing it for years but I never even turned a washing machine on until I was 36 and this parenting carry on never hit me until I was well into my forties. Come to think of it the first time I ever packed my own bag was 1997 when I went to America for a month.
As none of this comes naturally so to speak i thought I’d get it all out of the way first, so after bidding the hen lady goodbye I entered into a washing frenzy. This delayed the start of ‘work proper’ and has now left the kitchen looking like a Chinese laundry but I managed to get half of it out on the line and I’ll finish that off tomorrow.
Speaking of Chinese laundry my first task after all the washing and feeding was to have a look at my mates Quadzilla, that’ll be the one I towed home a few weeks ago. It had broken down on the Torran track exhibiting all the signs of a flat battery, hardly surprising really as this piece of oriental junk has more electrics on it than my Land Rover and most of them are switched on all the time. Why on earth a farm quad needs constantly blazing headlamps, reversing bleepers, brake lights and a starter that won’t work unless you press the brake is beyond me. However this Chinese junk has everything and it all keeps breaking.
I had taken the flat battery off it a few weeks ago, topped it up, charged it then taken voltage readings over the next week whilst I was at work.
After a week it had settled down to 12.22 and never gotten any lower, not great but probably OK unless it was going to die under load. However my mate bought a new battery anyway and sent it on to me, so this morning I fitted it,
at least I did once I’d topped it up!!!!
Sadly there was more to the problem than a flat battery,
once running the ‘Quadzilla crapzilla’ battery was down to 11.82v
well it would be wouldn’t it with all these friggin lights on, I mean what is the point??? The electrics are of such poor quality that they make ‘Lucas prince of darkness’ ones look good. If you can’t make decent alternators, wiring, switches or regulators then why overload them with Christmas tree lights??
After having made a mental note to study a wiring diagram then I could cut the right wires to stop these coming on with the ignition I set about checking the alternator.
You’ll notice that the first picture is measuring DC voltage and the one above AC, well that’s what comes out of the alternator, three phase AC and that seemed just fine at just less than 17v across all three phases. It struck me as being a little high but it was certainly working so the next task was to find the regulator that converts it to DC.
That’s the rascal under the gear stick and nothing was coming out of it, the ‘juice’ was going in there through the three yellow wires but nowt was coming out through the red and green ones It’ll be interesting to see on Monday how much Quadzilla want for one of these, similar ones sell on eBlag for around £30.
Normally I’d steer clear of carp like that on eBay but it can’t be any worse than the one that is fitted
What do you do inland?
Seriously, every quad on the west coast has at least one fish box attached and quite often a collie too, what do they use in the Yorkshire Dales??? It’s not just fish boxes either, where do you get rope from in Derbyshire, here it ‘grows on the shore’
The ‘dunny’ is done for
With my son now out of his bed and fed on a couple of fresh Arnish pork sausages, we went up to the new house site to get some tools, to move the caravan that had moved in the gale.
The caravan was not the only casualty of Wednesday’s gale, Lachie’s dunny was done in
We did make a start on moving the caravan but discovered a collapsed wheel bearing, and with light fading once we’d fed all the hens and pigs called it a day.
TWO THOUSAND ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY FIVE POUNDS 77p
Yes really, with a population under 200 and a school roll of 10 Raasay primary school once more raised over two grand on one day!!! Of course they couldn’t have done it without the support of the community and local businesses that provided prizes and spent their money but it brings a tear to my eye. This isn’t a ‘one off’ they do it every year and I can’t wait for the next one ‘chilli anyone’
Well that’s it, tomorrows meals are sorted, Nanny’s neck went into a soup and one of the ‘wee boys’ donated two pork chops for dinner and some sausages for breakfast. The washing is done, the oil stove cleaned, the cats fed, some kindling cut and the kitchen tidy, who knows we might even get the caravan moved tomorrow