I think I now know why this pump was on the scrap heap. it seems that the cylinder end cap which is of nasty die cast aluminium construction had opened up. This was causing it to fail to enagged with the threads on the brass cyclinder. I tried to gently tap it closed with a hammer, but wound up caused fractuers in the die casting. I concluded at this point that it was either junk or it would need to be bodged, since I wouldn’t be getting a new end cap. So bodged it was. A shame, but such is life, at least it should be usable, which was the real aim here. While I had the pastic padding out, I filled a couple of holes in the Land Rover floor:
I was finding that adjusting the windscreen wiper knob was difficult when driving due to it’s small size and the minimal protrusion from the dashbaord surface. We we’re out last weekend when Abigail had some kin dof pouch of food stuff, this came with a lovely cap which I thought would work perfectly as a knob… The red thing: I’ve not used it yet, it seems to be okay, just epoxied it to the old knob, so not a lot of going back now.
Dan and I embarked on a twilight drive, tracing the sinuous curves of Burton Road, winding my way from Abbotsbury to West Bexington. The timing was deliberate; a calculated decision predicated on the serendipitous span of dry weather, a respite that had endured for the better part of a week. A diligent perusal of TrailWise had forewarned me: in inclement conditions, this thoroughfare becomes a quagmire, an impassable terrain unforgiving to the unprepared traveler. As I navigated the road, a medley of earthy scents intermingled with the gentle hum of the engine, punctuated only by the occasional splash of water beneath the wheels. Puddles, like scattered jewels, dotted the path sporadically, yet the road remained mercifully unmarred, its integrity preserved by the benign weather. Above, the sky unfurled in a grandiose display of evening hues, casting an ethereal glow upon Dorset’s revered Jurassic coast, a panorama of unparalleled beauty stretching […]
I made three more swift boxes from my remaining decent pallet wood I had reclaimed. These are for the village and have been given to the Swift Action group for distribution to those that would like them.
Dad found this for pump and I have taken it on to repair it. I reached out to an expert for advice on the seal which I believe is leather.
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