Well, the intentions were good!
finally got round to organising to get the burned out shell of my '74 rangie removed. Bloke coming tomorrow - "is it easy to get at?" he asks, "no, but it will be by then"
I should have given up when I put the phone down!
After a battle with one of the horses with the farrier yesterday afternoon, i decided to move the wreck today- you can just see those warning signs springing up cant you.
So, today, wet, windy, generally horrid.
Get to field, find one of the D shackles is missing from my recovery bar - arse. OK, no problemo, plenty of webing around, improvise.
30 minutes later in car on way to halfords.no Shackles - well, not a surprise, so get a towrope.
Managed to move wreck 2ft before tow rope snapped - arse, buggrit, why me???
SWMBO then pointed out that the nice, not overly muddy "yard" was now very muddy, and had some mighty deep ruts - oops, buggrit
another 30 minutes in the pouring rain, and I have given up. Wreck slightly better positioned, but unless bloke from recovery firm has a really good winch, its staying where it is.
oh well
Time for a hot tea and a sarnie
Si