Barn Bragging - House of Heaps

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anonymous-user

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56 months

Saturday 29th August 2020
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I have just agreed to sell the Sherpa for a good price, subject to getting a new MOT on it. The buyers are a fun couple with grown up kids, who own old BL tat such as Landies and Jags. They are just a bit younger than me, and may be almost as mad, but in a good way.

anonymous-user

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56 months

Sunday 30th August 2020
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BL lives on in my sentimental head and heart. I love these old things. I will miss the Sherpa, but the buyers are the perfect people for it.


anonymous-user

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56 months

Sunday 30th August 2020
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The Sherpa looks shonkier close up, and its Autosleeper roof is showing its age but may be restorable, possibly by Autosleeper themselves.

The Sherpa has been saved by an oil leak. It has been gently spraying its underside with sump oil for ages.

The Landy is a keeper. I have just been thrumming around the lanes in it, hauling trash (but not fly tipping - I'm Irish, bit not that sort of Irish). It goes well and it sounds lovely. The buyer of the Sherpa has the almost exact same Landy, also an A reg. My one has a Weber carb instead of a Zenith, so it is the SUPASPORT version with an extra half a BHP.


anonymous-user

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56 months

Sunday 30th August 2020
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You can audition on Tuesday. Bring your own Mandolin.

anonymous-user

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56 months

Tuesday 1st September 2020
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Barn details for those of you who get wood -







Edited by anonymous-user on Tuesday 1st September 06:31

anonymous-user

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56 months

Tuesday 1st September 2020
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Awkward narrow doors.


anonymous-user

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56 months

Tuesday 1st September 2020
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citizensm1th said:
Breadvan72 said:
You can audition on Tuesday. Bring your own Mandolin.
i cannot do tuesday ,taking wife to silverstone for her birthday and hopefully a nice lunch somewhere.
The Charles Napier

http://www.sircharlesnapier.co.uk/

I'd say pop by to point and laugh at the stheaps, but I shall be in the Smoke.

anonymous-user

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56 months

Tuesday 1st September 2020
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Heston Blumenthal eats at the Napier on his day off. I am not kidding. The owner of the Napier is eccentric. She has been there for decades. Imagine a female version of the late, great John Fothergill of Thame, the inventor in the 1920s of the Hip Hotel (see "An Innkeeper's Diary"). People sometimes arrive at the Napier from London by helicopter. Despite all of these things, the Napier is still a good place.

anonymous-user

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56 months

Tuesday 1st September 2020
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Pack a sack of gold doubloons, three mortgages, and some diamonds. That should just about cover the tip at the Napier. But some things are worth what you pay for them.

Happy birthday to your Mrs.

anonymous-user

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56 months

Tuesday 1st September 2020
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The house next door, where I used to live (I have downsized to save money) dates partly from the seventeenth century and partly from the early eighteenth century. The barn, I agree, probably dates from the eighteenth century. It is not listed, and it may one day be turned into a house.

anonymous-user

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56 months

Tuesday 1st September 2020
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The owner is very bonkers. She can be charming on one visit, and rude on the next. Her card machine is always broken. The food and wine are great, however, and the art is good. I like the 1970s and 1980s magazine stories about the place and the owner in the corridor to the loos.

Raymond Blanc goes there to eat, and I rate his judgment more than I rate Heston Blumenthal's. Having said that, I saw Blumenthal ordering the whole of the lengthy menu at my favourite cheap Spanish place in London - Meson Don Felipe in Waterloo, o maybe his judgment is OK after all. He was evidently raiding the menu for ideas.

anonymous-user

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56 months

Tuesday 1st September 2020
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The Chilterns, but especially the bit of Bucks between the Chilterns and London, are very much 60s Cult TV location territory, and on some of the back roads there are no indications that it is not still the 60s or the 70s. Great places for old car driving.

anonymous-user

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56 months

Tuesday 1st September 2020
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I would rather see Truly Scrumptious in the barn. It is hard to see the windmill from the road.

anonymous-user

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56 months

Tuesday 1st September 2020
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citizensm1th said:
How high are the fricken hedges? It's like driving in a tunnel
Bocage.

anonymous-user

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56 months

Friday 4th September 2020
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For the barn pervs, a view of the roof.



anonymous-user

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56 months

Friday 4th September 2020
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White Audi: not me!

anonymous-user

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56 months

Friday 4th September 2020
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I spent two years on a super sunny island, and nay buggah had a convertible.

That white Audi belongs to my distinctly non petrol head neighbours. It has the most kerbed alloys in ever. They do put the top down, though.

anonymous-user

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56 months

Friday 4th September 2020
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When I had a 1970s Alfa Spider, the top could be raised and lowered with one hand, whist driving, so I had the top down almost all of the time. The heater was good, and in winter I layered up and wore climbing gloves with grippy palms (glossy wooden steering wheel).
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The only other convertible I have owned was a Lancia Beta Spider, which has a Targa bar and so does not feel fully open. My Dolomite Sprint had a full length Webasto sunroof, and that made the car feel quite open.

anonymous-user

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56 months

Friday 4th September 2020
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I saw what you did there....





anonymous-user

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56 months

Sunday 6th September 2020
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I always think of Cthulu when I see that dashboard. Who knows what Lovecraftian terrors may lurk within its electrics?