well, here i am, at the beach…
the visibility is about 100 meters and has been like that all day, if i could jump up about 100meters then i’d brobably break through the mist and get a glorious suntan…

spent a pleasant morning scrabbling around under the bus in the damp grass of the campsite at croyde bay (north devon) doing the valve clearances. not an impressive job but one that gives me a huge sense of welbeing…

after the tappets and a cup of tea and a bit of unneccessary waxing and polishing i decided that the dent in the front of the bus had been there long enough and was just about ready to come out….

stripped off the aluminium samba trim and there it was the dent in all its glory…

one quick tug and a little bit of gentle massaging and hey presto !
[ignoring ther obvious smutty innuendo here] nothing left to do but refit the trim and stand back and admire how clever i am…

just as well i got to it now though… the water and mud was collecting behind the bottom of the trim and the dent had cracked the paint off under neath it ….

so, it’s a little rust cratered but it’s clean and packed with wax that will protect it until i can rub it back and get some paint on it..