Rotovator

I was walkin'.....

Now I'm travellin' in style

(as the song goes)

Dad inherits from 2CV Lew, an old rotovator which is older than he is. Lew was using it regularly up until about 2 years ago when he gave up his allotment, and now has no further use for it, so he offers it to Dad but on trying to start it, cannot get it to spark up. Dad decides to take it anyway, but via the mower-doctors we used before.

The easiset way to transport it is going to be in the 2CV, pushed in throiugh a back door with the back seat taken out (an easy job in a 2CV, 2 bolts and it hinges forward and slots out). This means we get to sit down in the passenger footwell for the trip over to Lew's but at least Dad chucks a hi-vis coat in there for us to lie on. The pic has me on the left looking slightly anxious, Haggis looking as chilled as ever. These days, as long as he's with his Dad he's happy. He don't need no seat in the back of his car.

The mower-docs are intrigued. Dad introduces the job with "As you did so well on the mower, I thought I'd give you a challenge this time" and leads them to the car. "We like a challenge" they say. "It's not the car", says Dad. "That's good", they say - "that would be a challenge!". Cheeky s*ds! The guys haul it out of the car and get a good look at it. They scratch their chins and call an old mechanic over. "He's good with the old stuff". "How old is it?" asks Dad. Old guy looks at the registration plate numbers.... "January 1953" he says. It's older than Dad! We leave it with them, to see if they can do anything.

The white flowers pic is the Magnolia stellate in the front garden, which is at its magnificent best.

We go exploring at Lower Halstow, but more of that tomorrow

Have a good weekend