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  2. Just seen fort paul is up for sale and all contents up for auction very sad ☹️
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  3. The yellow grab is used for changing Warrior Forward clutch assembly.
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  4. Hi guys finally got the logbook backfor the k9 Just a paperwork excersize It was taxed in 1999 So was obviously on their records Comparitavely recently Thanks for all your input Full steam ahead with the restoration now Will post pictures of the progress Cheers anton
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  5. Thanks Lex! Yes I did have a few minor issues with my transfers. I am pleased to say the Famous James ML is now finished (We nearly) I cannot quiet believe it! I want to say a massive thank you to each and everyone of you who has taken the time to get involved and provide me with such great advice and information! Without you all I would of never finished the bike! There are a few shiny bits I know should be painted but I am really pleased with the end result! Ron I am ready to meet you on that race track now 😉 So as some of you no I already have my next project lined up.....watch this space!
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  6. Spoke to Roger this week and he confirms that my old wagon is at Lyneham. It is in the reserve collection so not on display as such but he says that won't be a problem. Just need to sort out a date and time when I can book a visit and take a trip up the M4. I have found some old colour slides which I took 40-odd years ago and are in fairly good condition. I don't have the means to digitalise them but I have told Roger I will hand them over to the museum to do with them as they see fit. Roy
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  7. I hope this is of interest, it’s an account of a steam wagon driver, driving something much like my own wagon. It is from “The Worlds Fair” of January 1916 JUST ONE DAY IN A WAGON IN FRANCE - by “Norman” ’There are eighty four steam wagons “parked” in one large yard, hence its name “Lurry Park”. You set off at 4.30am from your tent, which is a good mile from the above mentioned park, and on arriving you start a game of “hunt your slipper”, or I should say hunt your engine; for remember there are eighty four engines, all like yours and the majority of them have been parked after yours. Now, in your hunt you have to be very careful because if you happen to make a mistake and commence to climb on the wrong one, you are in danger of a clump in the ear from the driver, who (no doubt) thinks you are trying to pinch his firewood. After knocking all the skin off your knuckles cleaning the clinkers out, you light up and having seen your fire strong you set out for your breakfast. Talk about the song “back to the office I went” well, it’s not in it, I walk a mile to work, then a mile back for my breakfast, and a mile back to work again - well, it prevents indigestion. What a grand thing army life is! After breakfast is a performance that cannot be passed over in a few words - ah no! To get your breakfast you have to pass the cook house, and whilst doing so your nose is assailed by the beautiful odour of fried bacon - hurrah! You make a dash for the mess room where you find you can have your choice of jelly or ham, but the bacon -well the smell is your share; that is for the NCO’s, you have a slice of bread and jam and register a solemn oath that the next time you join the army again it will be as a sergeant or not at all! After breakfast you go back to your engine, oil round, get your sheet, and sort of “get set” for the day. By this time bells are ringing and horns are blowing as this or that impatient individual lets his neighbours know that he is ready and anxious to get to work. Now, if you are also ready you dash out of the yard “a la Donaldson” and nearly hit a corporal or two in your endevours to show How eager you are to get to work! If, on the other hand, she has steamed badly and you are in danger of being last (and so get a roasting from the Sargent) you shove her in slow gear and crawl out of the park as my Scottish friend has it “on tippy toes for fear of wakening the lazy French folk” ! After arriving at your job, which may be one of a hundred you have a look around to see if your engine is intact, and, finding everything ok you make yourself as snug as you can in your bunker and practice French on any of the French people who happen to be around until you are loaded. Dinner time comes as a happy interval, when you can have your choice of bully slice, bully stew, or bully. After dinner you return to the job you have been on in the morning and continue until you are signed off which means you can return to the lurry park on rare occasions, by day five o’clock. You make a dash for home, planning enroute, what you will do in the extra hours that have fallen to your lot. But you must not build too lightly on this, for as you go careering through the gate of the park you will perhaps hear the corporal yelling at you “right round 30 and you wheel your engine round and wish fervently that the corporal finds nothing in his stocking next Christmas! You are now handed another sheet in perusal of which you find you have to take a load of rations for some troops preceding up the line. After missing your tea and nearly breaking your wagon up in some atrocious holes you wander home, wondering meanwhile will this d———— war ever finish!
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  8. Adjustable spanners are tools of the devil! 🙂 Andy
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