Day 1 posting 1

    And so the blogging starts……

 I have been making web pages for a while now, at and have been considering this here wordpress thing, a blog making machine that I’ve seen others do and wondered about. I’ll tell you about the others soon, when I have found my feet. In the meantime here’s a copy of my last web-page to get you going. Now if I can just work out which end is up, and whether the latest is at the top, off we go.

In which Jim buys a 1956 TE20D Ferguson Tractor

By now, gentle reader, you will have noted my excursion into the fields of Ferguson. This is partly because of my being a Farmer’s son and partly because I can.
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 When I say I can, it really refers to my freedom of action rather than my engineering skills, and  there might be a risk of hubris because I am really learning the art of tractor from scratch. I do feel slightly guilty buying one of these for fun (mostly) when Dad effectively made it possible by building up the farm after the war. Still, I think he would be amused, even if the spanner wielding would have been of more use to him almost half a century back.
     I learned to drive one of these back in the late 1960’s on our Hampshire farm. Our Fergie wasn’t new then, although probably less than a decade old, and I don’t remember Dad having to repair it. I think my brother, Bill, drove it more than I did, he was rather more gung ho than I was, and had a motorbike when I was riding a moped. I don’t remember him having a license though…. I must ask him about that.
    There was an older, derelict Fordson which had died in front of the silage pit, but the TE20 we had was the oldest working tractor I remember on the farm,  possibly younger than this 1956 model, if my memory of it being a diesel is correct. It never had a cab and was soon over-shadowed by various bigger Massey Ferguson models with cabs, the last being a 135 I think. Quite sophisticated by then, we even had a Ford Dexta which had headlights and a cigarette lighter, but the wee grey Fergie was there until sold at the auction, still working, and it may be working yet.
    Having developed a taste for simple, heavy, machinery in a series of Land Rovers I was looking for something to fill the new garage. I’d had two Alvis TA14s with a spare, in pieces, in an upstairs bedroom, fortunately only the price went through the ceiling, though sadly that happened after I sold them. I found a photo of the Duncan bodied Alvis and a younger bodied Jim, here they are in West Meon somewhere around 1986. I’m currently using that tee shirt as a oily rag on the tractor. Nothing wasted.
alvis   However, I digress…. Having done big and heavy, I thought something smaller, lighter and cheaper would do. A Morris 1000 perhaps, or a third Midge.
    A recent visit to Cornwall, via Hampshire, presented Fiona with a Tractor experience that she found agreeable, so when the Fergie turned up I decided that it would be the sensible thing to do. Small and light having been thrown out of the window. I mean a chap can’t spend all his time and money on Midges, can he? That’s a rhetorical question, so just nod or shake to taste.
    I don’t doubt there were better models available, but the price seemed reasonable, and frankly I get as much of my fun from repairing and building as I do from driving, so there’s no real point in my buying something that’s already finished to concourse condition.
    The tyres were well… tired, and the exhaust was, yes, exhausted, and obviously wrong, but it started, the engine ran and it drove without falling over, so a deal was made and I started spending. £1000 bought it and I think another £1000 should see it working properly.
    The registration number proved to be a complete fiction, and there has been a certain amount of swapping of parts where, for instance it gained a completely rubbish rear tyre which was a pity as they are £150 plus vat etc, attached with the wrong sized (loose) bolts. Also an alien exhaust and manifold from who knows where. (£30) The brakes, rear only and entirely mechanical, were oily on one side, loose on the other and about as effective as a chocolate hammer so the seal needs replacing. The PTO shaft has the same incontinence problem, but fortunately I can drain the oil from both at the same time.
    With a new steering wheel, some bearings and the right kind of exhaust it is starting to look presentable, I have changed one of the rear tyres, seen all shiny in the top photo. Not an easy process since the local garage machine can’t handle such a size, you’ll get an idea of the task from the next picture.  I guess I’ll have to tidy that shed up sometime too.
    You’ll be impressed with the new exhaust seen here (up a bit), with a new red u-bend manifold (wrong word but it will suffice) and the steering wheel. The jacking system lacks subtlety, being a load of 6″ x 3″ joist cut-offs, but it is stable, and does the job.
    The brakes are about to get a bit of attention, unworn probably because of the oil, and likely to be asbestos, but if kept wet, that’s not a problem. I’d have been further ahead but there was so much muck, rust, and caked on kak that I almost despaired of removing the hub in one piece. Then, just before I went from gentle to brutal, I discovered the inch and a quarter diameter locking screws that prevent it falling off when there isn’t a wheel on it, absolutely massive even by Land Rover standards. I was looking for something 1/4 of the size. Fortunately, by habit, if I can’t progress I usually do some general cleaning while letting my mind works on the problem. That usually finds a solution, and I end up with a cleaner machine as well. A swift clout with an impact driver did the rest.
    You will be pleased, I’m sure, to learn that when the screws became apparent, right under my nose, I said thank-you, rather than anything less genteel. Nearly dropping the draw-bar on my foot was a close shave too.
    A can of paint should remove most of the scruffy look, though I have no intention of making Ted look concourse, he’s for work not show.
    The grey conveniently matches the colour of our cat, Errol, though to no particular advantage. I only noticed that after the purchase, and while both started out a plain grey, now being older both have patches of other colours. I don’t think either was ever really shiny.
    I’ll be looking for a ‘link box’, a sort of big general purpose bucket, rear mounted on the hydraulic linkage that made the Ferguson so effective, but I think I’ll give ploughing a miss.
    No doubt other ‘extras’ will be needed, so as spring approaches, I’ll have to get around the local farms in a Midge and  see what archaic bits are lying around unwanted, unloved and underpriced. You always get a better deal in a Midge, it might be sympathy or curiosity, I don’t know, but turn up in an expensive new sports car and you’ll pay through the nose.
    The Midge club has been thinking of making a 2016 calendar, so in that vein, here’s a rendition of the Fergie, and before you all get over excited, I must confess it has more to do with software than art. I don’t know if Tom heard of the ‘App’ (Waterlogue) which runs on ipads and iphones. It’s certainly useful for those of us who have limited artistic skills, and who knows, maybe it would work as a teaching aid. You can get it free, I discovered after paying £1.30 for it, and there’s a PC version somwhere.
Painted in Waterlogue
     It has long been a family tradition to name vehicles. Dad called most of his tractors Start-ya-bastard, but that’s a bit politically incorrect now. We name cats too, and they take even less notice. However, I have a bit of a dilemma, the tractor is a TED model, so ‘Ted’ seemed logical, but my Uncle Tom made a donation toward the tractor fund shortly before he died, and he was an excellent water-colourist. Should I call it Tom? I could call it George after Dad, or even Errol, (though that would need white-wall tyres to match his paws). Your advice will be appreciated, especially since the Midges are still called the red one and the green one.

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