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....and when the pockets have filled with chip and shavings, just hand them back to the shop and pick up the next one on the rack !

Is that a tin of danish oil she keeps drinking?

Eventually the bloody things all end up in one place, - they're social beings, and that one place is exactly the place where you aren't at that point in time. 🤬

Not quite an alpine tractor in the common style, but I used to work an AEBI terratrac with front flail and rear hedge cutter.(Lovely but massive expense - I had a V. wealthy employer!) It had electric fans which would periodically reverse to blow out chaff and dust. Perhaps electrics could be fitted to yours?

Yep, u.r.on the money there. Great stuff

Think you need fresher bread and a different filling- My sandwiches never stink, 'specially not of dig shit. 😁

I would say otherwise, the helmet is an ideal frame to hang the visor (dog shit collector!) And ear muffs, that doesn't keep slipping or moving off ya head. More importantly, as your always looking downwards whilst cutting and moving forwards, your not looking at what's coming at you at head height. My own experience justifies this, - walked into a steel rebar hanging out of a garage wall, whilst strimming around the edges, a split scalp got me to A and E pretty rapidly to have seven staples put in to hold it all together. Feck, headwounds bleed a lot

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I thought the bit looking round was where you'd spun off the road - made me eyes go dizzy !

The more times you read this the better it gets. You can just imagine the scene.....

You mean something like this pile of shite I spotted on done deal (ireland) last night. 40 quid in time dismantling, 20 quid fuel to take rest of shite to tip, leaves 5 quid profit and hope you don't get beaten down on the price for this elegant piece of art.

Only works on a reasonable size disc though. When its worn down to just outside the steel centres, there's feck all to grab hold of !!

Same here .

I think with luck like that, it's time to get the lotto ticket.

Same experience here. I grew up in poynton, cheshire. We lived practically at the end of the runway from Woodford aerodrome, which was one of the production factories for A.V.Roe who produced both Lancs and vulcans. They used to have an enormous airshow each year which brought in so many fantastic planes of the 60's, 70's and 80's, alongside true veterans. The battle of Britain flight were always the real stars. They weren't treated with kid gloves then, pushed really hard in steep climbs, high speed banking and rolling turns. The sounds of those engines working hard and being pushed to the max never leaves the memory. Whilst at primary school at end of 1969 to early 70's the vulcans and beautiful victors were brought in, some for dismantling and others for conversion to tankers. Each day the air itself would shake and vibrate with the sound of engine testing, where the planes were backed up to 4 giant pipes of about 40' horizontal length with a final 15' vertical end to send noise and fumes into the sky. I was always breaking into the base at evenings and weekends, avoiding and hiding from guards, to sit in the chopped off cockpit sections of the dismantled planes, playing with knobs ,switches and firing a fantastic imagination.

Christ, you're village fete has got some clout to arrange a 3 pass flyover. You absolute lucky bastard!!. The sound of those piston engines in harmony actually drew real tears. - Thank you , and your village. Shaun

Absolutely. I have a 15hp loncin on a flail mower. A fair amount of vibration especially when I've knocked one of the blades off. Anyway it had always weeped oil a little but didn't worry about it, til suddenly the oil was pouring out of the engine. I thought I'd cracked the crankcase or something. All the timing case bolts were practically on their last threads and I could waggle the case around. Lesson learnt on the routine checking of all bolts.

That's surely a sweet looking piece of art. Nice one. [emoji3]

Yep, they're all on my list of favourites- never thought of their profile before.

After this we've eaten most of our produce appart from cucumber up to 5 years later with still good crunchiness

We do a fair amount of pickles, cucumber, gherkins, cabbage, onions, piccalilli, and occasionally eggs. The absolute important job to get a good long lasting crunch is salting ( or brining) to draw out excess water. Then a good quality pickling vinegar which is more acidic than general pupose kitchen vinegars, sugar or honey to make it palatable again, and purchased pickling spice for flavour.

Soured my fans........? Gorgeous image of a victorian gentleman holding up a pair of well skidded keks and announcing to the scullery maid what he'd done. [emoji12]

Let the wife do it, as her penance ?

Looks damned good, and I know how effective they are. I bought ( at fantastic expense !) The Logosol equivalent. Thought at the time it was just a gimmicky thing, but it soon became my go to piece of kit for rolling awkward crotchy logs towards the milling bunks in my lucas mill, lifting heavies onto the bunks and repositioning them to get the best optimal cuts. It had a hand winch with the seat belt type webbing and a self locking brake system. Fast to operate and would hold well over its rated load safely. It was advertised as a tree pusher, to give the extra height advantage to start a difficult fell going. Never used it as such but could imagine it being equally effective. Yours with extra attachments is spot on.[emoji106]

Living out hereSW Ireland, We've got 2 of these old wrecks on our land. Soil infill and rubble between the stones, only the render (plaster) on the outer and inner walls holds them together. No or poor jointing of corners. As we found out when we hacked off the mortar on the gable end , the wall "sprang" out leaving a 70 mm gap where the ceiling should have been touching the wall inside. No foundations to be of any trustworthy purpose, so start digging against the walls and the rest of the cottage will be joining you in the hole !