Thursday, 25 April 2013

The day a dream came true

The day my father brought the roller. Hadn't move for best part of 20 years. Nothing was missing apart from a whistle and the aveling emberlem on the front. We couldnt wait to get her home to start work on her.
The engine hadn't been covered up very well, the sheets were all ripped so alot of the weather got onto her. My father spent alot of the time oiling her up, cutting away the grass and weeds getting her ready to be moved to the Isle of Wight.
The firebars and ashpan were stored in the tender. We were amazed at how complete she was. all the copper piping still there.
The roller arriving at the yard where she first lived when moved to the island. All the rolls were rolling freely at this point so wasnt too difficult putting her into position. Also steered freely. She was home.
In position ready to be stripped down and worked on. Not the ideal site to restore a steam roller but it had to do for the time being.

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