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Saw them yesterday, but spose it still counts. A truck carrying two Lely conventional small square balers. Didn't know any of the big manufacturers made them any more, or are they Vicon's with different stickers. Since I left the Ag business, I believe a lot of the individual manufacturers were swallowed up by bigger organisations. The name Greenland seems to ring a bell. Saw a Ford 335 today with some folding topper on the back. It was dark green so it could have been a Major. it looked as though it should have been on something much bigger though.

Why have they put the wrong wheels on it.............doooh............they are Power Major wheels. They already had the right wheels on the original model. Lovely looking tractor though.

I'd planned on going to the Tinkers park Vintage show ended up Driving tankers till 8pm on Saturday, and overhauling brakes on a tanker on Sunday....... so**ing trucks. >

Thats nearly as bad as the one about the man addicted to drinking brake fluid. His friend told him it was bad for him and he replied.........Yes, I know it is.....but I can stop any time I like. Har har har.............snort...........oh gawd........sme posh larf again.

What, you mean them big bu**ers with bald necks an' massive thighs........ they'r 05riches (Ostriches) Har Har har..........snort.......(SMe posh larf)

Bluddy Magpies stealing the blackbirds eggs or young, next to my office. The sh*tbag didn't get away with it that lightly though. Both birds went after it, attacking it as it fled. GRRRR.

Sorry to hear of your sad loss. I can imagine how your mum felt. Give her a hug from me. We have the same worry with our cats. They often run up and jump in the car when I come home, and we have to be really careful when they are around. Some would say "So what; it's only a duck" but a second either way and it wouldn't have happened, and that is the hard bit to come to terms with. One of our cats ran out of my step daughters house down the road from us; and laid in the road waiting for her to go and stroke her. A woman was driving down the road looking in her rear view mirror and killed our cat. Two years later it's still upsetting as again; a couple of seconds in time either way, and she probably would still be here. Pets are special, and regardless of what they are; losing them is still very upsetting.

Hi Barry, jus' 'avin a look through and stumbled across this.......... what a stunning piece of work you've done there. I've seen quite a few conversions on here, and this must be one of the best and most comprehensive I've seen so far. Congratulations on your excellent work. You may not know too much about the mechanics of old Albions, but I suppose you can't be clever at everything.

Could be worse boy............... Could be Odour de Coque.......... dont want that getting around do ya..........

Sorry to say this,but this forum seems to be stuck in a bit of a rut at the moment. While I spend more time on another forum now; I still look in regularly at this one and find that there is not an awful lot of new content (In the general discussion part) and there doesn't seem to be that many people on here especially at the weekends. Just look how many new posts there have been today. It's like my restoration blog for my Albion truck; there doesn't seem to be much interest in that at all, but there are a few people it interests and that makes all the effort worthwhile as it does take quite a while posting pictures and trying to make sure I don't repeat myself too much. I've had times on here when I've really wondered whether it was worth the effort, had people saying my posts were boring and irrelevant and out of date. I've had times when I haven't bothered to post at all, but I still keep coming back........ like ya do. Chin up, there aren't many people on in the daytime so maybe you will get the response you hoped for when it gets dark later and they haven't anything better to do.

Would that be East Chiltington, by the Downs, to be more accurate.

Any loss of life is so sad for the families of those who died in unexpected circumstances like the helicopter crash. Its really awful how their lives can be upturned in literally moments. The following link is a true story of a stricken aircrafts miraculous escape from Germany in world war two. http://www.hmvf.co.uk/forumvb/showthread.php?t=12563 This brought a lump to my throat reading it. Unbelievable as it may seem, it is totally true, and quite heart warming to read of such compassion.

I'm not sure about the weight, but they sure were awkward to handle. Nice to see someone who speaks and can write in fluent Sussex. Good ol' boy incha.

Went to the Seven Sisters Sheep Centre (Birling Gap, near Eastbourne) with the grandchildren today. Bought some bags of sheepie food to feed to them on the way round. Great day out, but got some strange looks and comments from a woman and her daughter; who saw me eating the sheep pellets..............Swhat us farm boys do.......... When I were a lad we used to eat linseed cake, rolled maize, rolled barley and sugar beet pulp (Wetted of course). Tht was in the days when sugar beet pulp came in very large hessian bags, and had to be soaked before it was fed to the cows.

Hi Tris............ spect someone makes a Millie kit. You don't see many classic military vehicle kits, mostly tanks and planes. Didn't know you could get one of them Scaaanias (I'm just saying it like that to be annoying) in 32. I thought they were all either 35th or 25th. Things must be getting better in the model world. Take care ol' kiddy.......... an' don't stick yer fingers together.

Naah boy........... you don't want one o' them sissy toplines with all that sleeping space and cetri..manal 'eatin stuff..................... you need a Millie with a crane........... cold, noisy, heavy to drive, a seat where the springs make yer ar*e go numb, no power steerin' and a steerin' wobble that'll make ya look like a jelly drivin' it......... crappy brakes and steps that don't fold out. If you get used to Topline steps folding out, you'll be in for a shock drivin' a Millie............ step out the door..............whoops no step. Flat on yer face, an' wiv that bluddy silly 'at of yours you'll look like Deputy Dawg doing a leap off a cliff. Naah...... take it from me........... get rid of that sqishy squashy sissy wagon an get a real truck. If 'er indoors gets the ar*e about it................ get rid of 'er too. Bu**er boy theres plenty more totty out there. Oh an' ya wont pull with that 'at on, so you best get rid of that too. The only ones that might find that 'at exciting is some o' those "delicate" men called Julian that might want to 'old on to the flaps to get a bit more thrust............. if ya catch my drift.......... :D

Rabbits either live a charmed existance or they are well insulated. One of our little darlings caused my wife to ring me at work some years ago. She said, "Something's wrong with Bumbles, she's acting a bit wierd; oh and we've got another problem, the telly's packed up too". I said I would look at both when I got home. Both problems were related. We had a bunny with a super set of whiskers on one side of her face.......... the other side wasn't so impressive, in fact she had a bald top lip and some very short whiskers looking a bit like springs. Apart from that she was fine and chewing something else. One of her favourite past times was sitting behind the settee peeling the wallpaper off the wall. One night my step daughter came home and decided to listen to some music on headphones. She put them on, plugged them in the "stereo" and went and sat down to enjoy the music. No sound.......... she checked the plug......... that was fine, checked the sound......... that was fine......... then we noticed the lead for the headphones ended just below her waist. We had seen Bumbles in the cupboard where they were kept earlier............ oh so that's what she was doing.......... little s*d. We still loved her and saved her twice from "Fly Strike" when she got old. Horrible infliction, Bl**dy maggots.

Beware of cute bunnies............ I ended up in hospital one night and had seven stitches in my nose after breaching "Rabbit Protocol" I had two males that would have happily killed each other had they got together. Both were very gentle bunnies and quite affectionate. One "Scented" my nose by rubbing his chin on it as they do. I then went to see my other buck and made a fuss of him. He seemed very interested in my nose and sniffed it intently before latching on to the bridge like a ferret. I stood up in shock and he was still hanging on my nose till the skin gave way and he dropped off. I had to go to hospital about 10pm as I had this flap of skin which didn't want to stop oozing blood. The doctor asked me what happened............. so I told him. After I'd told him the second time he roared with laughter and said "I wont be a minute" and disappeared out of the door. A few minutes later he came in with two nurses who all stood in the doorway and laughingly told them, "See this chap.......... he's been savaged by a rabbit", whereupon they all stood there laughing at me. Bu**ers!!! I had an adrenalin injection inside the wound and **** did that hurt. My "Savage" bunny lived the longest of all my rabbits and died not long after his twelfth birthday. He just went downhill a couple of days before he died, and died fairly peacefully along side of me. :'(

Don't know whether you saw the same as me on the video........... but it looked as though the wheels weren't going round, and occasionally backwards.......... how bizarre.....

How wooood.........as Jar Jar Binks would say

Getting a phone call from Alan on the way to work this morning. Whenever he rings me up at that time of day, I always know it's going to be bad news. Wassup says I. He says, I'm stuck (18 tonne oil tanker). I ask how stuck. He says it's in a ditch, I slipped off the road. After that he told me that a man was coming to try to pull it out with a tractor so I told him to forget it as a tractor wouldn't do the job; being fully loaded. He then dropped the bombshell and told me that it was leaning over so far that it could roll on to its side if they tried to move it any further. I told him not to touch it and went to have a look at the scene. I arranged for another tanker to off load his load and meet me at the scene. We pumped the ERF off until it was empty, and pulled it out backwards and at an angle without the assistance of the ERF's engine. The tanker we pulled it with was a Foden six wheeler, bl**dy fantasic recovery truck. It has double drive at the rear, inter axle and cross axle diff locks so all four wheels drive together. I pulled a fully laden 26 tonne Foden out on a farm with it. It was buried up to the rear axles in soft ground. Destroyed a couple of chains in the process. The good news was that the only damage suffered by Alans truck was a squashed Hazchem board. (The one that has the 1223 number on it or 1203 if its carrying petrol) Bit of a pain that we lost half a days deliveries with two trucks though.

Be careful......... it might be a lid on an old well or cesspit that got buried years ago. You don't want to fall in either, especially the latter.......... might be fifty year old poo......yeeeeuk.

That's a lovely looking tractor that I would be proud and delighted to own, but...........................no doubt Nigel Ford will confirm my suspicions. I'm pretty sure that is a 115 / 118 front axle. The cab is a soundproofed late version sold in the late seventies or early eighties as a retrofit 'Q' cab. I think you can just about see the rubber soundproofing cover fitted to the instrument / fuel tank cowl. The front cowling , I'm not too sure about but it looks suspiciously like a 7000 air pre filter on it. The engine is a 10 series replacement manufactured after 1981 when the ribbed block was introduced, and stranger still, if you look closely at the injector pump; it appears to be a rotary CAV which as I remember were only fitted to the 72 hp 5610. Still.......who gives a monkeys really.........it's still a great tractor.

Sitting in my tanker this morning in a layby having a break. Had the night heater on and the view was just like a scene from a Christmas card or one of those old sepia photos from many years ago. I can put up with the cold when everywhere looks so beautiful.

East Sussex was -9 at 3 am this morning. 3pm between 0 and -1. (Smiley with chattering teeth)