Well, this probably wasn’t the best time to visit Peterborough.
I pretty much live in a pub, so I don’t understand why people are avoiding/landing/. my post from a few days ago.
The dog had a good time, though.
As usual, I was bitten by insects.
A picture of a dog on a bar.
Oil leaks are pretty much the norm for old VW Transporters. However, one of the van’s leaks was pretty serious, resulting in oil stains wherever we parked and far too regular oil top-ups.
The engine’s current status ….
One would probably expect a 42-year-old vehicle to have some problems. Our old van las a couple of leaky windows, some surface rust, no heating and an oil leak. For the latter, we tend to carry oil, so we can top-up at regular intervals. Because, wherever the van is parked, large oil patches are usually left behind.
During its service last week, we were informed that we actually have multiple oil leaks, one of which is more serious than the usual T2 leaks.
As a result, our van is currently without its engine. The picture below was taken just a couple of days before surgery.
From day one, the dog has hated being in, or even near, a car.
We’ve recently discovered, though, that she enjoys tolerates the van.
I’ve always loved making new listening discoveries; there’s nothing better than being overwhelmed by great new music.
Recently, a really nice bloke introduced me to the Hillbilly Moon Explosion. And they’ve since been in my head pretty much non-stop.
Fortunately, I have a large degree of control of Spotify in the pub, so they’re on repeat through the day – at least until one of my colleagues notices.
A good track to start with is My love for evermore (both versions are great).
Today, to vary things a bit, I had around three hours of Prokofiev. Then, when Paul complained, I switched to the Hillbilly Moon Explosion. On repeat, of course. Several hours later, Phil noticed and put some other stuff on.
Several years ago, a mate and I set off on an adventure to Holland. A festival in Holland. Arriving in Calais, we decided to buy cheap beer rather than pay Dutch prices.
This involved a lengthy wait for a wine warehouse to open, since we’d arrived at a ridiculously early hour. Which meant we were pretty tired by the time a warehouse opened.
The choice of wine was impressive. Unfortunately, we couldn’t take glass bottles to the festival and only one brand of beer was on sale for a sensible price.
And that brand was Wanka. It was incredibly cheap and only a month or two out of date. Concerned about our schedule and the possibility of illness due to outdated beer, we left the Wanka beer and continued on our way.
We ended up buying overpriced beer from a Lidl in Belgium, shortly before entering Holland. During our time at the festival, we often talked about Wanka beer, wondering whether we could have avoided the medical tent had we purchased out of date beer.
We did have a great time at the festival, despite having to drink overpriced beer.
Tonight, while in our local corner shop, I spotted some cans of Wanka beer. Except it wasn’t. After telling many people over the years about the Wanka near miss, I now realise that tiredness had led to us mis-reading the can lettering in Calais.
So there’s no such thing as Wanka beer.
Today was a well earned day off, the first in weeks. we drove to Holy Island.
Then to Berwick.
Followed by Seahouses (no pictures) and a random stop-off to let the dog have a pee.
A nice day.
We’ve swapped the car for the van this week. Despite the fact that it’s so expensive to run, we’re enjoying using the van every day.
A conversation at work last night somehow ended in the proposal to make a pizza for the dog.
I’d never previously seen her eat so much, so quickly, before. She ate half and would have consumed more had we not removed the other half.
An earlier meal yesterday involved grass.
