Another busy day at the Stash. The Showman, who else, arrived with Pam and Tracey, or was it Stacey mind gone blank, who between them dug out more junk, SORRY, I mean goodie's. Nothing RED this time though. Still LOTS of room in the sprinter when they left for home.
Chris insists on stocking up with logs every visit. He hasn't noticed they are not red yet.
John decided to have a drive too. Think he enjoyed it although his expression said otherwise.
Philip and Chris Stoneman turned up later to move the International B450 to its new home, to meet up again with it's old cell mate, the Fordson. It followed clouds of smoke and fumes out of the barn, it's prison for the last 40 or so years. It had a bad limp, the result of a rear tire having more holes than air. It only took a few minutes to reverse up to the drive before loading onto Chris's trailer. The tire decided it didn't want to be left behind and stayed on the rim.
This left another big hole in the barn with most of the good stuff now gone.