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Been trying to move my deceased brother's car on since shortly after he died just before Christmas. Swansea not happy about a car with no registered keeper. Very early this morning got a call from a chap who has a small car repair business near where my brother lived - friend of a friend sort of thing - to say his brother in law has been looking for a cheap car with enough room for his family of 5, Would I part with it for "£x". Not a fortune but it is a 2006 car with just shy of 100,000 miles on it and I don't want it so, aye, that'll do nicely and it's one more "sword of damocles" no longer hanging over my head - So RESULT, Hurrah!
 
Aye, a solid looking bit of kit, I like it. Mind you I've always had a soft spot for stuff like the Wartburg, Moskvitch and Yugo so I'm beyond help!

Nice to see a picture of you. It's raised a smile on Mrs J's face too. I sometimes mention things and people I'm talking too and about on the forum to her and her sceptical reply is usually "You might think you're talking to some old chap like yourself, but beware, it might be someone like "Olga from the Volga" trying to diddle you out of your pension! So nice to have proof to show her - or are you maybe an avatar produced by an Ai from data collected from the past posts I've made?
 
The folks at Ural have dropped all but the 2wd model to better direct resources.
The CT, on this side of the pond, was called their 'sports car'; 1wd, 18" wheels, telescopic front fork. A little quicker, supposedly handled better. That went away about the time Putin did what he did. The 2wd 'Gear Up' is the 'pickup truck'; 2wd, 19" wheels, Earles front fork, sits a little taller.
What is interesting is that IMZ(Irbit Motor Works)has developed a new final drive that allows rigs with left hand mounted sidecars to have 2wd. Apparently, the Aussies can't get enough of them.
 
Aye, a solid looking bit of kit, I like it. Mind you I've always had a soft spot for stuff like the Wartburg, Moskvitch and Yugo so I'm beyond help!

Nice to see a picture of you. It's raised a smile on Mrs J's face too. I sometimes mention things and people I'm talking too and about on the forum to her and her sceptical reply is usually "You might think you're talking to some old chap like yourself, but beware, it might be someone like "Olga from the Volga" trying to diddle you out of your pension! So nice to have proof to show her - or are you maybe an avatar produced by an Ai from data collected from the past posts I've made?
Now who's this olga. Sounds like my type of bird.... PS Dont tell Mrs P Nut. Oh what the heck she wouldnt care.....

I made Scotland on Thursday Pics coming when I can find them. I think we were 50 miles from you but I was then whisked away to Cresswell on the coast in Northumberland. Named after my Viking forebears no doubt. One day I will make it all the way and scrounge that cuppa!
 
Finally managed to park next to a T-roc cabriolet for comparison.
The t-roc is taller and as you can probably tell from the mirrors the extra height comes from the suspension the roof appears to be identical to the golf and so the side windows and potentially the windscreen are also the same.
Basically it seems they took a t-roc and engineered it to fit the golf cabrio roof.

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I think I’ll stick to the golf. Firstly it’s got a better engine.

I’m still tempted….. not sure my other half would be impressed if I got a t-roc but kept the golf…. And the Punto
 
Nah, to be fair when I used to cycle the back lanes it was not unusual to see a gamekeeper walking along carry a shotgun broken over his arm.

There's various rules around carrying them in a public place i.e. they can't be concealed or loaded.

They don't tend to drop spent shells everywhere though...
 
Something caught my eye out of the window...

Interesting litter you get round here..

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Its probably just an accidental droppage, but bad litter that will take a very very long time to degrade. Oddly not something I have seen here, and we are in the sticks. Perhaps it was James Bond shooting bad guys. now he is a sloppy shooter.
 
Its probably just an accidental droppage, but bad litter that will take a very very long time to degrade. Oddly not something I have seen here, and we are in the sticks. Perhaps it was James Bond shooting bad guys. now he is a sloppy shooter.
Agreed. There is a Skeet Club not far from Cheest Manor that requires all members to not leave spent shells behind.

As an aside, it's funny to hear new people that move out to my part of farmland complain about the noise from the skeet club, police firing range, trains, crop dusters, cattle, dust from planting, dust from harvest. What's known as 'clean country living'.
 
Aye, living in the country is not what it's often made out to be or expected by those moving from cities and high density housing. For a start, country folk tend to be on the move much earlier in the morning so someone may well turn up on your doorstep at the crack of dawn or be ploughing the next door field just after first light! It can be a surprisingly noisy place too what with farmyard animals and even early morning birdsong (which, personally, I love to wake up to). Then there's muck spreading on the local fields. I remember a couple who bought a nice house not far from us but then, had to move again when the local farmer started muck spreading as they found the smell absolutely intolerable!
 
"Townies" usually make the worst neighbours out in the countryside.
Did they not think it through at all? It's called rural because it is... rural.
Seems strange to me - if they want to live in a town, carry on living in a town. Don't move to the countryside and then bitch and moan about the lack of street lights and local shops, slow pace of life, restricted Deliveroo services and intermittent mains power in bad weather.
And farming activities happen out here because er... that's where the farms are.
Rant over.
 
I'm "afraid" I'm condemned to a life in the city. I was brought up in the country but moved to the "big smoke" when doing my vocational training and then got my first job. I was ever so pleased when we moved back to Scotland and bought a bungalow on the edge of a wee rural village - last dwelling before the open countryside. I loved it but Mrs J, being a confirmed townie, said she felt very isolated, exposed and vulnerable. A change of job meant it was more convenient to live in Edinburgh so we moved back into the city where she realized how much she preferred this. So, when the family expanded and we needed a bigger house, we simply moved to a slightly larger one half a mile away.

Have to say that although I would prefer to live in the country I do like the convenience of city living - access to shops and a choice of local factors for the car parts. Our bus service is possibly the best I've ever come across. Several libraries, including the large central library, within easy reach and, of course, having very nice helpful neighbours is a blessing too. But mostly it's because Mrs J likes being here. How does it go? Happy wife? happy life!
 
They don't tend to drop spent shells everywhere though...
Could have been dropped there for a number of reasons, kids found it in a field and picked it up or even wildlife like a bird attracted by the the shiny brass end.

I don’t know the topography but could even have washed there by the rain
 
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