This is all nostalgia with you lot sat in front of the fire with a beer.
Going up Stotch in winter with the rivers froze over on both
banks. Then sleeping in the back with drafty floorboards around
-10c. Then crashing through 3 foot snow drifts at 4 am to evacuate
Inverness, because of major storm coming in.
luckily I had a old ratchet handbrake which I put half-on just before I hit the
drift. This kept the pantechnicon straight as it shuddered through
drifting snow.
One lad had to deliver an upright rugby pole to a golf club,
they where going to use it as a flagpole. At 13ft 9inch his van could
not get under a tree on the long drive. After a long walk they wouldn’t
give him a lift to deliver. Undeterred he got a saw and cut of the offending
branch. Later on the Governor got a call of complaint from the golf
club because the tree was listed. “Tough” he said “we can’t redeliver
because of your poor access”
The driver got a commendation with oak-leaf cluster
because he had a second world war dispatch rider mentality.
In the yard we had this thing: which had a Chinese 6 speed crash Box in it.
That’s right the gears were the wrong round, ideal for a wet afternoon
in Chelsea.