We were at Mole Valley at the weekend and they happened to have the right size gate posts. So we had them deliver 2 yesterday. As such today I got keen and managed to get one out. Given how rotten they appear, they’re actually quite solid. The post would rock back and forth but I couldn’t lift it up. Only after getting the high lift jack and drilling a hole for the tang of the jack to gain purchase on was I able to pursuade the post to rise from its setting. I hope the other one is easier.
We bought a fish tank, that will form the base of the cage. I went and picked it up last week for 15 quid. I cleaned it and removed the paint from the exterior. I aam using angle and flat aluminium that I recovered from the greenhouse that I had for the glass. I did have to buy some weld mesh.
I ordered a coupler/bush, to adapt from some female metric thread to 1/4″ BSP male thread of thew air line. I guessed it was M10 ish thread on the inflater thingy. I guessed wrong. It was perhaps M12. I don’t know, and now it doesn’t matter anyway. The metal filler stuff, similar to plastic padding came out and resolved the issue permenantly.
After driving the Land Rover on the beach the other week, I was prompted to think about my tyre pressures. I could easily reduce them but of cause re-pressuising them is harder. I had in mind that I could added a quick coupler to the air system that is used to operate the diff and then I’d have access to about 5 liters of 100 psi air. I had previously purchased a coiled air line and a tyre infalter thing, but hadn’t thought about how exactly I’d do it. In the end I just got on with it and did it. Done. One full tank will do one tyre from nearly totally flat to 20 psi, it’s unlikely that my tyres will be that flat, but the compressor will have to run at least a couple of times to do all four tyres.
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.
There was a little flooding of the river again over the road. I went to play in the flood water.. Once I found the tree I nipped home (back through the flooding) for my axe and hand saw and set about clearing it. I had great fun for a couple of hours.
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