If there is one thing guaranteed to strike fear into the heart of a Land Rover owners partner, it is the words ‘We need to bleed the brakes!’ and it was those words that Mud uttered yesterday! My heart sank because bleeding the brakes of a series Land Rover is never easy, is never a quick job, always involves much cursing and swearing and invariably results in mutterings about rusted bleed nipples, located in nigh on impossible to reach places, due to the nonsensical design whims of the Land Rover engineers of by-gone days. Continue reading
August Bank Holiday Monday dawned and, what a surprise (not), it was raining. To be fair we weren’t in much of a position to complain because for most of the previous week, the weather had worked in our favour, with sunshine during the day and what rain we got, occurring, for the most part, overnight. Mud had been able to get a whole raft of jobs on our Series 3 Land Rover done and I had been spared hours of watering duties. Continue reading
Back in December 2009, with the Jap’ pick up, Thomas, aging fast and the cost of maintenance and repairs of said vehicle escalating at a rather alarming rate, Muds’ Land Roverless status reached breaking point and he set about persuading me that an old, battered classic Land Rover was the only sensible solution to our vehicular needs. The ease with which he could repair it, the much lower cost of these repairs, minimal historic vehicle insurance costs, not forgetting the taxed exempt status of such a vehicle, were all tools used to persuade me that a Series land Rover project was the way forward and I fell for it!
I still remember my misgivings when, back in 2011, Mud announced that after careful consideration and much trawling of the internet, he had come to the conclusion that the ideal car for me was a Series Land Rover. Continue reading
“You could make jam.” was Muds’ suggestion. Continue reading
February it was Annie, my 30 year old, Series 3 Land Rover, who passed not quite with flying colours, as she did have one advisory but at least that one minor detail can be fixed by Mud, on the front drive for minimal cost and frankly, for such an old vehicle, one advisory is pretty good going all things considered. Continue reading
The two youngest Mudlets are so completely different in their likes and characters, that sometimes it is hard to believe that they are sisters.
Middle Mudlet, for example, is not what you would call a girly girl and would shudder at thought of having to wear anything pink. Except, that is, for her favourite t-shirt but that’s because it has a horse head picture on it and as horses are her adored eldest sisters favourite animal, then Middle Mudlet will happily forgive the pink background. Frilly bobbles and pretty hair clips are another no no, preferring instead to wear her hair down out of school hours and using a plain blue bobble for tying her hair back for school. Barbies have never found their way into her toy boxes and as for the new range of ‘Friends’ Lego, that is most definitely not on her Christmas wishlist. No, it’s safe to say that Middle Mudlet is a bit of a tomboy. Continue reading