Spring has sprung........

I live in a lovely place.

A drive up the drive this time of year and the world feels like it is fresh and new each day.

A sleepy early morning mist flows up the valleys leaving the mountains floating like islands in the sea fog morning.

Key word is early.

Silly o clock Tallie to work.

Back for the second grumbling wave.

Then the final tranche.

Finally off to the scrap yard and collect bits.

Back to Greasy Garage and......

Oh bloody hell.

incredible as it might seem, wrong pump!

Door also, not right.

Managements legendary good humour gave out at this point.

Or was it?

Detailed examination revealed the pump might be close enough.

Only one means to find out.

Fit it and see.

Door on second look might fit.

Home we came.

Gardens were gardened, washing washed, wood cut.

The back of the shed cleared, not with strimmer but scythe.

Seconds passed and the school runs due to be done again.

Of course in the midst of this our resident Tom Geere needed to go to fame and glory.

Ten days on set for him so off he went to camp - with no tent....

That was sorted and he was dropped off.

Back for the Plugeot.

This is a vehicle that has been seriously clogged and for time too.

Soo leaving greasy garage at speed looked good from the front.

Followers might have aid something about smoking like an old Tyne tramp steamer but this might be an acceptable trade off for the ability to get caught on a speed camera..

Going home got silly quick.

Of course an engine with a turbocharger needs a thing called a waste gate to prevent it blowing itself apart and this one had jammed shut.

The Xantia was being left for dead, though the cloud of fumes left the driver happy not to be close.

Luckily the gate opened on the way home.

Saved the engine and calmed me a bit....

Need to do some miles maybe.

R