How can one little high pressure pipe bring so much happiness?
Yeeessss, the engine is running again. All thanks to a certain "Tony Redshaw" who runs a vintage diesel repair yard under the same name at Braunston.
It was really good to meet someone who actually knows what he is talking about after all the vacuous "reps" of the other firms.
I don't want to whinge about office staff, but having had to deal with a secretary who, after being given a careful explanation of the problem, (with the broken part in my hand) asked me, and I quote:
Is it a gas pipe or a water pipe?
This was because the manager, who was sitting no more than six feet away on his chair, couldn't be bothered to get off his seat. He left it to someone who didn't have a clue as to what they were doing....... No money for them then.
What a gloriously frosty morning it was today, the trees took on the appearance of feathers.
A view through the hedgerow.
One thing about the ice is that you can just stop anywhere you like with no fear of moving.
The boat on the right was being refuelled and re coaled in the middle of the canal.
Until next time.......................................
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