WHERE'S WOOLLEY? |
"Some self-amalgamating tape would fix this easily", Mark stated. Hopefully, I looked up from the 110 Utility bonnet and said "Great, have you got some with you?" "Errrr.... not here.", he replied. Then the penny dropped with me. "I know the stuff you mean now. Isn't it made by 3M?" "Yep - that's the stuff. Go grab it." "I can't, but I know where it is. It's in the store room back at base." This frustrating conversation was taking place at a campsite in Andorra in the baking sun and was getting us nowhere fast...
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Straight from the Hartley |
Forty three years might as well be the Stone Age technologically. That's the year I was introduced to the delights of bog hopping, a quaint way of describing the art (and trust me when I tell you - it is an art) of taking a Land Rover, and it would have been statistically improbable to have been anything else, across the peat moors and bogs that grace most of the upland areas in the north of England. Read More... |
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