Carivorous porkers

Sat.18.08.07. Colin has had another full day securing the steering shaft bearing alongwith concluding the petite alterations to the front bumper brackets. His careful preparation from the previous day paying dividends in that all the ‘self made’ components could be fitted easily. They were later both welded then bolted to the broader chassis.  Meanwhile, Chris has bonded a 2mm steel plate, again ‘prepared earlier’, below the scuttle to act as a locating point for the dashboard but this significant piece of fabrication also creates extra reinforcement for that area of the car.                                                                                                           

Eviction. Breaking news at the Oak at the weekend has confirmed the imminent removal of pigs from ‘Southpork’. The local ‘Ramblers Society’ has written a barrage of letters, all addressed to David and Adele, expressing their fears regarding the proximity of the pigpen which coincidentally rests adjacent to their ‘right of way’: a path that, up until recently, had not been in use for many a long year: massively overgrown, virtually impossible to traverse. They have felt in mortal danger from the marauding, savage, wild creatures who rejoice in leaping out from behind the beech saplings snorting and grunting in a terrifyingly fiercesome manner. They are particularly concerned about the imminent threat to their precious children who could potentially suffer mutilation, losing the odd digit or worse still being dragged screaming and kicking into the dark tousled undergrowth voraciously consumed by a posse of carnivorous porkers. They continually voice their opinions about defending everyone’s basic right to walk the English landscape along established footpaths: through farmer’s front rooms, across newly sewn pasture, over virgin moor land, journeying beyond remote mountains and lakes, unhindered, unfettered but also without being violently attacked by man or beast. These crusty, interfering, erroneous warriors declare to have an obsession for ‘all things natural’, assert that ‘freedom’, liberty with uniformity is rooted at the core of their mission statement have conversely in their compassioned wisdom, ‘to a man’ signed the death warrant of ‘Rooter, Spot, Shackleton, Rose, Bloater and McQueen’. David and Adele have, justifiably, buckled under pressure; as a consequence the abattoir beckons tomorrow, young lives shall be prematurely terminated proving that the pen is as mighty as the electric lance of death. R.I.P.