Well, that’ll be a flagon of Norfolk’s best going down a treat We arrived home this afternoon to find this beauty on the doorstep so I decided to forsake the medication for the rest of the day to sample it. Now this will be the proper stuff, oaky, smoky and ‘flat as a witches tit’. We’re fortunate enough to be on the receiving end of the odd flagon once a year when friends visit from ‘cider country’.
Camilli motors, or ‘is karma trying to tell me something’
Well, it’s been a strange month to say the least, first I was given a Land Rover Discovery which indirectly led me to having a sore back. A week grubbing about under two old vehicles in the pishing rain whilst I put the 200TDi from the Disco into the ‘Old Girl’ doing me no favours at all. Then, with the trusty old 1986 Land Rover in-between MOT’s and with me in no fit state to do anything about it I was given ‘The Mule’,
a cracking Volvo 940 estate that’s been my mate’s trusty steed for nigh on ten years. I was kind of tempted to keep ‘The Mule’ but wifey couldn’t see over the bonnet and RWD isn’t ideal on ‘Calum’s road’ in the winter. The 2.3 turbo charged petrol engine making ‘Calum’s road’ feel like a regular trip to ASDA and not the I:4 single track epic that it is.
As if having two vehicles given in a month wasn’t enough I was then offered a Range Rover!!!! Now I have to admit to having a serious ‘soft spot’ for the old ‘Rangie’, I had two in the early eighties and swore I’d never have another Land Rover. There was something about that V8 petrol engine that ‘pressed all the right buttons’. Sure it only did 18MPG but that was better than a petrol Land Rover, a hundred times more civilized and if you were really careful it’d manage 22MPG.
After having resurrected the 1984 Range Rover from it’s 8 year slumber with little more than some petrol and a battery I have to say that I’m seriously excited about it. Methinks that this is the perfect project for my retirement, by then it’ll be forty years old and probably ‘as rare as rocking horse 5h1te’
In days gone by I made a good living out of buying and selling used cars but now I prefer to operate on the barter system and am quite convinced that ‘one good turn deserves another’ or ‘what comes around goes around’ is a far better philosophy Consequently I gave ‘The Mule’ to my mate who’d given me the ‘Disco’ and paid for the ‘Rangie’ in pork and eggs, as well as the 50p
Solar powered at last
Apart from my lapse into the world of second hand cars I’ve been busy on the solar powered front. The hen shed has at last got some panels on the roof thanks to my son.
I’d got some solar panels that had been changed because they’d ‘yellowed’ in service, they were from a trusted and quality Chinese company called Yingli with the output was guaranteed, so at £90 for a 230w panel I just had to get some. The panels arrived on Thursday and the Dude on Friday so I wasted no time in getting him up on the roof sorting them. They had a different style of connector on them to the MC4 that I use so I changed the two end ones. There were 10 panels of 230w giving a voltage in excess 300v DC when wired in series.
However, over the weekend, in-between collecting Range Rovers we managed to get the ten panels up on the roof of the hen shed, with him doing the work and me shouting
Well, that would be me up early and taking my son to school but after that the ‘Indian summer’ had me beavering about doing stuff.
Moving Ellie into the field with Rocky and Jamie Lea for a start.
I’ll really miss her when she move to Sleat, Ellie is a very ‘people pig’, she loves company any really appreciates a good scratch.
Well, it’s 22:18 now and I’m wrecked, so I’ll leave you with today’s pics cos I’m off to bed.