Well. That didn’t go entirely to plan.

Yesterday’s moderately storming start stuttered to a crawl today. Did a lot of fruitless searching for a replacement passenger seat to swap out for the current bench. Some actual work *horrors* got in the way in the morning, and this afternoon I realised that the van was still pretty filthy and covered in various stuck on bits of sealant, weird velcro etc etc.  After cleaning it all up and removing clingons, I got the thermoliner out and set to trying to make it fit.

I tried a bit more.

Some wrestling occurred.

Trimming.

Wrestling.

Trimming.

(swearing)

Lightbulb moment: “it is cold”.

Warmed up thermoliner. Thermoliner stopped doing a fantastic impression of an overtired child resisting pajamas and became a little more pliable. Decided to come back to this job on a warmer day.

Cooked a chicken. Spent the rest of the evening telling Fey the Chicken Smell Drunk Lunatic that it is ‘Not Done’ ‘Not for You’ ‘All Gone’. She didn’t believe me.

DAY 2: END.

For the inclusion of friends that aren’t on *social media platform of choice* , I give you Episode 1 of Adventuuuuures In Camperiiiinnnng.

Here it is, my 2013 Transit Custom in Shiny Silver*, parked outside my Dad’s pub in Scotland. Yes, I bought it from a dealer 300 miles away. There were reasons. They seemed sensible at the time.

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Dad decided to stock up on essentials for the littlest brother, so the van was pressed into service as a slightly shoddy looking shop..

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After a bit of driving it about, today is Day 1 of the AMAZING TRANSFORMATION into a paragon of mobile accommodation. No pressure, but I have one month in which to perform this miracle, before The Fey Dog and I drive to Barcelona to meet a friend and go on a Spanish climbing/swimming/woo sunshine adventure.

 

The joiners that had it before were clearly of the ‘some is good; more is better’ frame of mind. *insert high speed cut scene of interminable dismantling process*

STAGE 1: RACKING REMOVED

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STAGE TWO: BULKHEADS AND PANELLING REMOVED

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A bucket ‘o’ fixings.

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DAY 1: END.

 

 

 

*not an official Ford colour

Whilst it has reasonable line variation, this pen doesn’t much like to draw the fine lines all that easily..  High flow as well, perhaps more suited to the low porosity mediums – I am just using carridge paper at the moment.

conclusion: Platinum Fude Brush Pen likes to draw BIG on SHINY PAPER.

 

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ME: I THINK I MELTED THROUGH MY KEYBOARD AND FELL INTO THE MATRIX I DON’T KNOW HOW DO I TELL SHOULD I DO SOME KUNG FU?

HIM: You have to ask me to upload kung fu, of course

ME: oh yes. Import kung fu!

HIM: XTREEM TYPING

ME: MAKE SOME MOVES

HIM: Oh sorry. It seems I imported ‘Ministry of Silly Walks’ instead

ME: THIS TRIAL IS INCONCLUSIVE

 

I’d do some pictures but I am petulantly hot.

Today I realised that the robot (a giant robot from Studio Ghibli’s Laputa – Castles In The Sky) head I started yesterday had some scale issues. Given that I am making it to go in a fish tank, and given the size of the robot torso vs head, I was looking at some kibd of outsized craziness. So I made a smaller one, and started on the detail for the bigger one’s eyes. Maybe the big one will be a garden ornament..

reference pic:

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They’re made from a clay with a high iron and mica content, so they’ll go orangey with a oxidative firing, and have shiny speckles.

Given the variable success of my rather random firings, anything could happen.