Here are a couple for you Oily bit before your time I suspect, but you may know the places cheers Buzzer.
Buzzer:
Here are a couple for you Oily bit before your time I suspect, but you may know the places cheers Buzzer.
Ta for the pics Buzzer, top one on the banks of Loch Lomond, other one at Kingussie which is 65 miles south of me both a wee bit before my time 
Oily
gingerfold:
Thinking of my reference to the farm tractor it was a Fordson Standard, and back in those days haymaking on small farms like ours was a manual task; no baling, the hay was pitchforked up onto the trailer. With one eye on the weather at all times it was always a race to get haymaking completed in a fine weather spell. So all family members used to come in an evening after they had finished their day jobs to help out. One evening, I’d have been about 9 or 10 years old at the time, I was driving the tractor with the hay trailer behind, and it was a job of just driving along, stopping at a hay pile, waiting for it to loaded, then go to the next pile. At that time Mike Hawthorn and Stirling Moss were in their pomp and they were my racing driver heroes, so emulating them on the starting line, so to speak, I was blipping the throttle of the Fordson whilst waiting to move on. As most on here will probably know the throttle on the Fordson is a pull out handle on a toothed rack. On this occasion I was too heavy handed blipping the throttle and it came detached from the linkage, but sticking open on full throttle. With the engine racing away I panicked and my foot slipped off the clutch with the tractor in gear. It shot off down the field at such a rate that the front wheels lifted off the ground, and my mum was on top of the loaded hay trailer hanging on for dear life. Fortunately my Uncle Bob was further down the field and as the tractor and trailer shot past him he managed to jump on and push the clutch out, stopping the tractor. Talk about a hair raising moment for a youngster. Uncle Bob was a lorry driver for a few years after being de-mobbed in 1945, he drove a Leyland Steer for Broadbent’s paper mill at Little Lever.
Hi gingerfold, aye the formative years of one’s younger days, I remember it well, when “showing off” was quickly nipped in the bud and a clip round the ear or worse could come from the nearest at hand, and mum and dad were kept out of the loop, a precaution in case of further punishment.
Oily
Thanks to Chris Webb, kmills, Pennineman and Buzzer for the pics 
also all the craic about the milk collection I have a few photos(not mine) to be sorted on the subject.
Snapped this fine looking machine yesterday at North Kessock(A9) where Harry Gow the baker has opened a bakery and hot food takeaway, same building where the Tourist Information facility was previously. This is his second attempt as about a year ago the same venture was burned out leaving just the walls, it was arson, police are still looking for the culprit.
Oily
Amputee Fergie with a crutch and a churn platform, cracking photo thanks Helen Bushe for sharing on flickr.
Oily
Churn variety at Redlands Farm, Wiltshire.
Oily
That looks to be a gey cockly milkstand oily, I think the churns (tins in ■■■■■■■■ would be safer on the grund !!
Cheers, Leyland 600
oiltreader:
Mount Barton Farm, Devon 1942.
Oily
Great pictures Oily.
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Leyland600:
That looks to be a gey cockly milkstand oily, I think the churns (tins in ■■■■■■■■ would be safer on the grund !!
Cheers, Leyland 600
Hi Eddie, You called them “Churns”, My Dad, seen here with Greenbanks Dairy lorry in the late 1930s,
called them “Milk Kits”. Gerald 600 calls them “Tins”, and he typed it with a ■■■■■■■■■■ accent !! Ray.
Great “milk” photos, bringing back many memories. Thanks, Oily.
POD Robinson has kindly allowed me to post these photos that he and Mick Cook took in A E Evans’ depot Sheffield early 70s. I worked there from 1969 to 1979 and drove all the types of AECs from MK3s to MK5s,twin steer MK5 Mammoth Minors home made from 8-leggers,tilt cab Mandators and Mammoth Minors and finally a TL12 Marathon - the first new unit that Evans bought.Most,but not all of the MK3s at Sheffield had the bigger 11 litre engines and 6-speed boxes.
I will start with MK3s and Mercurys and progress to the upmarket MK5s in another post.The MK5 Mammoth Major that I had was a cracking machine,2AV690 engine and DPA fuel pump,a real flyer it was.
Interesting! What was the driving of the Mk III Mammoths like?
Good photos Chris, looking forward to seeing the rest of them.
What was the demise of Evans in the end?
Froggy55:
Interesting! What was the driving of the Mk III Mammoths like?
They were like a lot of lorries in those days Froggy - noisy,slow and underpowered.But they kept going and earning,A E Evans was just one of many UK hauliers that kept old AECs running,like Rosser and Midway Haulage. If you got a MK3 with the 11 litre engine @150 bhp and 6-speed box it wasn’t too bad,but the 9.6 @ 125 bhp and a 5-speed box was very hard work. The tilt cab AECs had been on the road for three years and we were still running about in MK3s and MK5s.
Took this pic in a sevice area heading towards Paris. I have no idea what this driver was doing as the
truck pumps were to the right hand side of the truck and the car pumps were to the left.The bit he drove
across and got stuck in was just grass,there was no road.Unbelievable what some drivers do. 
gingerfold:
Good photos Chris, looking forward to seeing the rest of them.What was the demise of Evans in the end?
Thanks Graham.
I left them in 1979 but kept in touch with my mates there.Some of their work was spot hire,the regular work was Staveley Chemicals,National Coal Board and Bitmac Ltd at Scunthorpe and Llanwern. The NCB refinery at Wath closed and the gas condensate we carried from the North Sea Gas plants on Spurn Head for refining at Wath was piped to Immingham across the Humber.The coking plants where we loaded crude benzene for refining were closing fast,there were dozens of them int North East,Midlands and South Wales,so that was more work lost.It was mostly middlemen who bought and sold on the spot market that kept them in work,mostly industrial solvents like toluene,xylene,white spirit and chemicals like acetone and MEK.BP at Saltend Hull asked them to replace the 6 8-leggers in there with artics but it never happened,I don’t know why,so that job finished mid 70s.
They eventually pulled the pin at Sheffield mid 80s,most vehicles sent down to Barking depot which closed a bit later.
I remember we tried to work a shift system whereby our outbased driver at Hull would load gas condensate at night and drop the tanks at John Foreman’s yard at Hedon,and Sheffield lads would take them to Wath at night where another driver would tip them on days. There were several drivers who agreed to do this but the company wouldn’t agree to it. It seemed a good idea but there you are,a bit behind the times they were.
It was a good company to work for though,money was decent,no flying about and if you could put up with ringing in at 1700 for orders and no digs booked then it was ok.Sheffield was a handy place to get to ont log book and dodgy nights out were the norm.I remember my MK5 was over in Lancashire for two weeks doing local work out of Cadishead and Eastham and I was home in Sheffield every night,the wagon either at Belle Vue,Mottram,Hyde or Stockport where it was handy for a lift over Woodhead.You could always get the train when it snowed…
oiltreader:
gingerfold:
Thinking of my reference to the farm tractor it was a Fordson Standard, and back in those days haymaking on small farms like ours was a manual task; no baling, the hay was pitchforked up onto the trailer. With one eye on the weather at all times it was always a race to get haymaking completed in a fine weather spell. So all family members used to come in an evening after they had finished their day jobs to help out. One evening, I’d have been about 9 or 10 years old at the time, I was driving the tractor with the hay trailer behind, and it was a job of just driving along, stopping at a hay pile, waiting for it to loaded, then go to the next pile. At that time Mike Hawthorn and Stirling Moss were in their pomp and they were my racing driver heroes, so emulating them on the starting line, so to speak, I was blipping the throttle of the Fordson whilst waiting to move on. As most on here will probably know the throttle on the Fordson is a pull out handle on a toothed rack. On this occasion I was too heavy handed blipping the throttle and it came detached from the linkage, but sticking open on full throttle. With the engine racing away I panicked and my foot slipped off the clutch with the tractor in gear. It shot off down the field at such a rate that the front wheels lifted off the ground, and my mum was on top of the loaded hay trailer hanging on for dear life. Fortunately my Uncle Bob was further down the field and as the tractor and trailer shot past him he managed to jump on and push the clutch out, stopping the tractor. Talk about a hair raising moment for a youngster. Uncle Bob was a lorry driver for a few years after being de-mobbed in 1945, he drove a Leyland Steer for Broadbent’s paper mill at Little Lever.Hi gingerfold, aye the formative years of one’s younger days, I remember it well, when “showing off” was quickly nipped in the bud and a clip round the ear or worse could come from the nearest at hand, and mum and dad were kept out of the loop, a precaution in case of further punishment.
Oily
Back in the fifties my Dad bought two Fordson (Majors ■■) with Weatherill loading shovel conversions.
I think the tractors were second hand but the conversions were new. As a very young teen I remember getting a few sore thumbs and wrists from the steering kicking back.
They never went further than the coal yard and we finally scrapped the last one in about 1980.
Tyneside