Year: 2020

  • EPISODE 134: THE LITTLE SKEOCH MOTOR CAR … LIVED FOR ONE GLORIOUS YEAR…1920





    EPISODE 134:  ONCE UPON A  TIME THERE WAS  A MOTOR CAR CALLED  THE LITTLE SKEOCH

    (also called  The Skeoch Motorcycle  Car)

    alan  skeoch
    Nov. 27. 2018

         REVISED OCT. 2020 (slightly)

    It has  now been  two years since I touched base with the men rebuilding The Litle Skeoch Motor Car

    in Scotland.  It is a daunting task.  We had planned on a  visit to their workshop but sad events
    got in the way…and  Covid 19 makes such visits difficult today.  How the world has changed.
    Maybe I can get a progress report from Scotland.  Meanwhile I feel this story should be part
    of the Episodes (#134) just in case it gets lost.

    alan


    Maybe we should bring back the LITTLE SKEOCH MOTOR CAR.   It was small,, cheap and  simple…sort of  a  4 wheel bicycle  seating two people with a chain drive and  small

    motorcycle  engine.  So small that only two very slim people could  ride in it since the

    car was  only 31 inches  wide and a  little over 8 feet long.  

    Some of  you may think this  is some kind  of joke.  Wrong.  In 1920, James Skeoch built his first Little Skeoch, then entered it in a Scottish auto show and sold it
    in ten minutes.   All  told less than a dozen Little Skeoch’s  were built in his small factory.  Ten  were quickly purchased at that auto show. Price?  180 pounds…which was the cheapest car in the show.  None have survived.   Sadly in 1921 a fire  consumed  his little factory and as  a  result the Burnside Motor Company in Dalbeattie,  Scotland, ceased to exist.




    Skeoch utility car




    The original Skeoch Utility Car.


    Skeoch Utility car advertisement






    Burnside Motorworks

    Pictures of the Skeoch production line were retrieved from Skeoch  family albums.   Not exactly an automated  factory.
    But the LITTLE SKEOCHS were real mini cars and seemed about to make a big splash in the booming car market of the 1920’s
    until  fire ended  the enterprise.  Everything became a  blackened  pile  of scrap  iron.

    James Skeoch moved on.   His skills were valued.  He had a  long successful career and  died  in 1954.
    Not many people, by 1954, were even  aware that there was  such a  car as the SKEOCH.   Memories are short especially since 
    none of the Little Skeochs  survived.   Gone  Gone Gone.    

    Well, not quite.

    POSSIBLE REBIRTH OF THE LITTLE SKEOCH

    HUMPTY DUMPTY SAT ON THE WALL

    HUMPTY DUMPTY HAD  A GREAT FALL
    ALL THE KING’S HORSES
    AND ALL THE KING’S MEN
    COULDN’T PUT HUMPTY TOGETHER AGAIN.

    …Then  along came GEORGE ALLISON and his men from Dalbeattie, Scotland…who
    plan to put Humpty togehter again.




    P.S.   BELOW IS AN ARICLE  ON THE SKEOCH MOTOR CAR WRITTEN
    FOR BBC  SCOTLAND NEWS ,  Feb. 27, 2018

    Drive to rebuild ‘forgotten’ early car

    By Nichola Rutherford
    BBC Scotland News

    Published
    27 February 2018

    IMAGE COPYRIGHTDALBEATTIE MUSEUM
    image captionThe Skeoch Utility Car was built using parts normally used to manufacture motorcycles
    When James Skeoch designed and built one of Scotland’s firstaffordable cars, he must have dreamed of huge success. 
    With a price-tag of just £180, the first Skeoch Utility Car was the cheapest on display at the Scottish Motor Show in 1921. 
    It sold within 10 minutes and a further nine were quickly snapped up by customers keen to join the automobile revolution. 
    But within months Skeoch’s business was in ruins. His uninsured workshop in Dalbeattie, Dumfries and Galloway, burned to the ground. 
    Since then the Skeoch Utility Car has been largely forgotten by all but keen historians of Scotland’s motor industry. 
    Now, almost 100 years later, plans are are being drawn up to recreate the so-called “cycle car” in the town where it was manufactured. 

    IMAGE COPYRIGHTDALBEATTIE MUSEUM
    image captionThe Skeoch car was the cheapest on show at the Scottish Motor Show in 1921 and apparently sold within 10 minutes
    The ambitious project has been taken on by a group of mainly retired local men, known as Dalbeattie Men’s Shed. 
    Using some of the original parts and working from the original drawings, they hope to build a working Skeoch car in time to mark its centenary. 
    Motoring enthusiast Martin Shelley approached the Men’s Shed with the idea for the project after reading about the group on the BBC Scotland website last year. 

    IMAGE COPYRIGHTDALBEATTIE MUSEUM
    image captionBurnside Motor Works in Dalbeattie, where the Skeoch was manufactured, was devastated by fire in December 1921
    The group, which meets in a workshop in Dalbeattie twice a week, was named Shed of the Year for its efforts to “help as many local people as possible”.
    “Using the Dalbeattie Men’s Shed’s energy, enthusiasm and skills to recreate the car seemed like a match made in heaven,” Mr Shelley said.
    He said “cycle cars” were first invented in the early 1900s and they got their name after using motorcycle engines and wheels. 
    They became increasingly popular after World War One, when soldiers returned home from the front line, having become used to driving. 
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    image captionThe Skeoch radiator badge was among the original parts found in the home of Mr Skeoch’s son following his death last year

    image captionDalbeattie Men’s Shed have also been given an original engine and gearbox with which to build a Skeoch car
    Mr Shelley said: “After World War One, the ordinary working man was much more used to the idea of riding a motorcycle or driving a car so they knew about the technology and now they wanted to try and build their own cars. 
    “In the early 20s, there was a huge flowering of people making these cars. As it turned out, Skeoch in Dalbeattie were the only people in Scotland to ever attempt to make these things commercially.”
    The original drawings and parts – including the radiator badge – were found in the Wishaw home of Ron Skeoch, James Skeoch’s son, after he died last year. 
    Mr Shelley said he hoped they could be used to capture the “spirit” of the 1920s vehicle. 
    “You could make a replica of the car which would pass muster, using a modern engine and a modern gear box and using modern parts. But the spirit of the car is very much based on the parts that were available in 1920,” he said. 
    “This project will be very like the original car and that to me is what the joy of the whole thing is.”

    image captionFiona Sinclair hopes to be able to sit in one of her grandfather’s cars

    image caption“It’s going to be something for posterity,” said Geoff Allison of Dalbeattie Men’s Shed
    The granddaughter of James Skeoch, Fiona Sinclair, is also involved in the project. 
    She never knew her grandfather – he died in 1954 – but she hopes that her mother – Skeoch’s daughter – will get the chance to ride in one his cars.
    “I think it’s going to mean a lot to my family,” she said. “It’s tragic that the fire put an end to his ambition. 
    “I’m actually rather hoping I can physically get to sit in the car, I’m not quite sure I could be trusted with driving it. 
    “It’s only got two gears apparently but I think it would be rather wonderful. What I really hope is that my mother gets the opportunity to actually sit in the car as well.” 
    The project is “immensely exciting”, said Geoff Allison, the secretary of the Dalbeattie Men’s Shed, which has members with engineering and mechanical skills. 
    “It’s engineering-rich, it’s Dalbeattie-rich, it’s community-rich, it fills so many of our requirements,” he added. 
    “It’s big, it’s going to be eye-catching, it’s going to be something for posterity. It’s got a lot to recommend it.”




  • EPISODE 133 SKEOCH WOOD (ROTHSEY, ISLE OF BUTE, SCOTLAND)

    EPISODE 133    SKEOCH WOOD, (ISLE of Bute, Scotland)


    SKEOCH WOOD … north side of  ROTHESY, ISLE  OF BUTE, SCOTLAND


    SKEOCH  WOOD
    SKEOCH WOOD, CIRCA 1900
    alan skeoch
    Oct. 2020

    “Can I help you, lad?”
    “Yes, do you have an empty prison cell?”
    “Why, son…looking for a place to sleep?”
    “Yes.”
    “No need to sleep in jail…let me see what I can find.”

    It was early September, 1960, and  I had just got off the Scottish  ferry to Rothesay on the
    Isle of Bute.  My money was almost gone but I dearly wanted to see the Skeoch Wood, a
    forest on the northern edge of the holiday town of Rothsey.  Somewhere I had  read
    that local police stations could provide emergency  shelter.  

    Just getting to Rothsey was a shot in the dark as the expression  goes.  My job doing a mining
    geophysical survey  on the south coast of  Ireland was over and I was  slowly making my way
    to Prestwick Airport for the flight home to Canada.  This  was a grand  adventure for a 22 year
    old Canadian so I tried  to cram in as much family history as possible.  Mom told me she
    found the Skeoch Wood  on an old post cart.  

    Was this forest connected  in any way with our family name?  I thought so.  But how do I
    interview a tree?   Actually I felt lost when I found the Skeoch Wood.  It was not the forest
    I expected. 

    “Got a place for you … just down the street, very reasonable
    bed and breakfast.  Better than a jail cell.”

    “Too bad about the forest…One hundred years ago you could get lost…could
    hide in there.”
    “What happened?”
     “Two World Wars and  The Great Depression… removed a lot of trees.”

    And no one  I spoke  to Knew anything about the name Skeoch.  Someone must know but
    I had no luck.  Rather a disappointment but the Skeoch Wood was a kind of
    namesake.  Maybe  Skeoch is both a place name…and a family name.  The best 
    meaning I got for the name was Geilic for “Hawthorne” or that a Skeoch was “a hawthorne
    branch thrown across a field opening as a gate.  Who knows if that is true. Does relate to
    trees though. So I left
    Rothsay, caught a bus to Prestwick and flew home to Toronto.  End of story.

    Well not quite.  By pure chance in 1998 I came across THE TENTERS OF BUTE, an article
    written by Jenny Chaplin in The Scots  Magazine (Vol. 148, N.1, January 1998).  It was
    the subheading that caught my eye:



    “SKEOCH WOOD was  home to hundreds of  men, women and  children who, through
    no fault of their own, had no roof over their heads.”

    Rothesay once had  four large cotton mills that employed a lot of workers…perhaps hundreds.
    Cotton processing boomed in Rothesay until 1835 when the market collapsed and all the
    workers were suddenly unemployed.   There was  no safety net.  The workers could not pay
    rent … could barely feed themselves and stooped to stealing turnips and whatever else was
    near at hand.   So, from 1835 until the  1920’s,  nearly a century, these industrial workers
    and their children retreated into the Skeoch Wood.  Hidden.  They became known as
    the Tenters of Bute because they lived in makeshift tents and hovels.  No running water, 
    no toilets.   The  Skeoch Wood became  a desperate  place.

    “The trek to the Skeoch  Wood had begun (in 1835). And throughout the  1800’s and
    on into the early  years of  1900, the Skeoch Wood was home to hundreds of men, women
    and children who, through no fault of their own, had no roof over their heads.”  (Jenny Chaplin)

    It might be expected that the occasional visitor to Rothesay, as I was in 1960, might take
    a nap in the Skeoch Wood to save a bit of money.  But it must have been startling to stroll 
    through the Skeoch  Wood in 1835 or 1855 or 1895 and find hundreds of poverty stricken
    families sleeping … living …deep in the forest.  

    They were not even allowed to beg unless the had a “Begger’s Badge”…only 26 such
    badges were issued.

    One elderly woman walked barefoot (I assume) to the Rothesay police station in hope
    of getting  shoes. When she  admitted she  was 69 rather than  70 she  was sent away
    “with tears streaming down  her face.”

    THE police in Rothsey turned this old lady away when she  needed shoes badly.
    The  police  in Rothsey, in 1960, found me a plae to sleep  other than a jail cell.
    These  stories just do not fit well.




    Selling cockles and whelks earned a little money but when  too many tried to sell
    this low level  food they were rounded up and moved away from town.  Rag picking
    was another way to try to make a living. 

    Some  Local residents of  Rothesay referred to the Tenters as “The dregs of humanity”…and
    that was in 1899 when they were offered a trip to the poorhouse in Greenock which
    they refused.  Better to live  in a rag tent in the Skeoch Wood than enter a British
    Poor House.  Earlier, in 1878, The Society For  Assisting Poor Wives in Their Time
    of Need …that was the full name, imagine that…the  assistance was to “Lend”
    a bagful of clothing for one  month.  Lend.  not Give.

    Sympathy was felt by some…rejection by others…all focused on the Skeoch Wood.

     1885, a Plea for the Poor:

       “Hard times are at our door…
       We never saw before
      Such deep distress through poverty
      As many do deplore.”

    When  did it end?  When were the Tenters of Skeoch Wood dispersed?  There was
    no specific time.  They disappeared in dribs and  grabs.  A  goodly number left
    in the immigrant boats heading to South Africa, Australia, Canada, etc.  How  
    could they afford to do so?   Local people held bazaars, antique and  collectable sales
    as they do today.  It was in the interest of Rothesay to do so.  Rothesay had become
    a tourists town.  Tourists liked to stroll through the Skeoch Wood I imagine.

    The police officer that I met in 1960 must have been amused.  Maybe, later,
    afer he had  found me a room rather than a jail cell, he had a pint with
    friends in a Rothsey Pub and  said.

    “Guess who asked to be  put in jail today?”
    “Who?”
    “One of the original Skeoch’s from the Skeoch Wood.  A kid.
    He did not even have a tent.”

    alan skeoch
    October 2020


    P.S.. In time,  Some of the marbles began to fit.  Take the LITTLE SKEOCH MOTOR CAR
    of which less than five were built before the factory burned to the ground in
    the 1920’s.  Some car buffs in Scotland are rebuilding that car.  Then there
    is the question of  St. Skeoch.  Who was he…she?  A mystery that still
    remains.  How could  we be offspring of saints?  Wait a second, saints do not
    have to be celibate do they?



    Skeoch is a rather odd surname.  Then again
    there are many odd surnames of people around the world.
    So , being odd, is noting special today.  But back in 1960 when I was  much younger I had the chance
    to look into ur family name…to maybe confirm or reject the legends that circulated through the family.

    THE LAST WORD

    Keep this final note secret between you and me.  Some veterans of World War II told  me
    the Skeoch Wood was a great place for lovemaking.  I have no idea if  that is true.
  • EPISODE 132 CLOUDS …. WHAT DO YOU SEE? Don’t take the world too seriously…have some fun

    EPISODE 132    CLOUDS…WHAT DO  YOU SEE?   


    alan skeoch
    Oct. 2020

    I love reading puffy clouds…seeing things in their shape.  People, animals, atom bomb tests, swimmers, bird houses in shape of one room schools, etc.….
    Doing so can be kind of  fun.  Nobody gets hurt…no image remains in the sky very long.
    And, most amusing, other people see different images.

    Of course reading clouds sounds suspiciously like the Ink Blot Test…Rorschacht test (he was
    a Swiss psychoanalyst looking into mental illness, particularly Schizophrenia ).  Very popular
    in the 20th century…less popular in our new century.  So take it easy.  Do not read too much
    into the images as some kind of pseudoscience.  You do not need to see a psychiatrist…psychologist…crystal  ball reader.

    The reason  I am sending Episode 132 is simple.  Suppose you are trapped  in semi-isolation in
    a single room or small apartment or condo.  You cannot go out because of Covid 19.  And  you are
    bloody well bored to death.  Well, look out the window  and see what you can see in those
    puffy clouds that cover the sky periodically.   Have some fun.  Do not take yourself too seriously.

    To  avoid the charge of  Narcissism ask your partner or  friend to tell you what he or she sees in those
    clouds that are reshaping themselves  all the time.  I will bet you cannot agree.  No  big deal.

    Here are a couple of cloud formations 

    In my mirror I see a woodpecker on the left…or maybe a chicken.  You are not looking at the mirror.  (I was parked by the way)

    Turtle …on the wires near bottom right.


    Here I  see a large man resting on his back with one knee raised…or  big beer belly.


    Here See a person swimming…arms his side, head raised  out of the water… a man….no clearly defined arms…dog paddling maybe
    …I also see an hand with fingers creating image  of a long necked ostrich.

    Here I see  a rock singer with guitar and pants with huge cuffs…circa 1960’s…centre of picture


    Angry clouds…dead centre is a beast with big teeth , head angled  upwards..biting….raised eye sockets…elongated  head  like an
    alligator…that is a stretch  of imagination…disagree….look slightly right of centre…head angled upwards as if biting.
    Far right…could be an atom bomb test…or long necked creature with huge eyes peeking from behind cloud…yes, long necked creature
    peeking from behind a cloud…right side, middle.

    I see Marjorie…”Alan, you can be insufferably stupid “

    I see a birdhouse shaped  like a one room school.

    See a gate to a look alike Roman  Latifundia (joke)…really see nothing

    An atom bomb explosion

    Your turn…I don’t see anything.


    Here  is a swimmer or a diver leaping arms outstretched

    Have some fun.  

    alan skeoch
    Oct. 2020
  • EPISODE 131 PORT HOPE…77 MM GERMAN FIELD GUN CAPTURED IN WW I…restored

    EPISODE 128     PORT HOPE … 77 MM GERMAN  FIELD  ARTLLERY PIECE CAPTURED IN WW I


    alan skeoch
    Sept  2020

    Trophies across Canada

    At war’s end, Sir Arthur Doughty, the Dominion Archivist, was named Controller of War Trophies and charged with gathering trophies and bringing them back to Canada. While many Canadian trophies were sent to the Imperial War Museum, thousands returned to Ottawa. In early 1920, the government’s official collection consisted of 516 guns, 304 trench mortars, 3,500 light and heavy machine-guns, and 44 aircraft.

    Initial plans for a national war museum to house this collection, the official war art, and other artifacts were delayed or ignored by successive governments. The collection remained with the Dominion Archives which was soon sending pieces of it across Canada in response to requests from communities, veterans groups, schools, and military units. Cities or military bases often displayed large war trophies in central parks or in or near prominent buildings, and sometimes included them with local memorials. Acquired in the burst of patriotic enthusiasm that marked the immediate post-war period, many gradually fell into disrepair. During the Second World War, hundreds were donated to scrap metal drives, incorporating former German weapons against the new Nazi enemy.









    EPISODE 131   TROPHY OF WORLD WAR ONE…PORT HOPE 

    alan skeoch
    Oct. 2020

    We made a fast stop to look at the salmon running (lumbering is a better word) their way
    up the Ganaraska River which runs through the centre of Port Hope.  With Covid 19 lurking
    who knows where, we were careful and maybe unwelcome visitors.  So we found an empty
    parking lot and rushed to get a look at this poor salmon.

    We never made it.  We  got distracted by a large 77 mm field gun.  “Must be a Canadian gun,”
    I thought until i  read the bronze plaque description.  The gun is … or was … German.  Heavy
    wooden  wheels in excellent shape because of a Rotary Club restoration done back in 1000.
    This gun was presented to the Town of Port Hope in 1919 as a ‘trophy of war’ that it might serve
    as a memorial to the boys from Port Hope killed in its capture.

    The expression “trophy of war” made me think “I wonder how many similar trophies of war  were
    shipped  to Canada back in 1919?”

    There were lots of them.  Hundreds..thousands.   One man, Sir Arthur Doughty, was named Controller of  War Trophies when
    the First World War ended.  in 1920 Caada received  516 guns (like the Port Hope 77 mm field gun), 304 Trench Mortars,   3,500 light and heavy machine-guns 
    and 44 aircraft.  

    What happened to them?   Initially they were stored in Ottawa but not for long.  Towns and  cities across Canada sent requests for war trophies…as did veterans group, schools and military units.  

      Many got featured space in parks or near prominent buildings as  in Port Hope.   If there were so many then why did the Port Hope gun surprise me?

    A great many of the trophies of war were aging…wood  wheels rot fast.  And scrap metals were needed for a new World War in 1939.  They were melted down and reformed
    into more modern artillery in the war against Nazi Germany.  They went home as it were.

    The fate of the larger trophies of war…the aircraft..is only partially known.  there were 792 Fokker fighting aircraft surrendered to Britain in 1919.  Forty four of them
    came to Canada.    have any survived?


    A seat of honour for a German artillery man…rough honour.

    The fate of the larger trophies of war…the airplanes is only partially known.  Believe it or not Germany surrendered  792 Fokker Aircraf








    QUOTE FROM :THE CANADIAN  FOKKERS


    By the end of the Great War, military aviation had come of age and was recognized as a vital part of modern warfare. The Armistice of November 11th 1918 required the German Army to surrender its most potent weapons of war, so as to discourage the high command from resuming hostilities. This agreement demanded the German army turn over 5,000 artillery pieces, 25,000 machine guns, 3,000 trench mortars, as well as “1,700 pursuit and bombardment airplanes, preference being given to all of the D-7s [sic] and all of the night bombardment machines”. As a result, by the opening months of 1919, 792 Fokker D.VIIs had been surrendered to the British, French, Belgian and American armies. Several dozen of these machines ultimately found their way to Canada, and yet the details of exactly how that happened have been all but forgotten.

    From a Canadian perspective, the First World War was a pivotal moment in terms of establishing a sense of nationhood. Thousands of Canadians fought with distinction in the British flying services during the war. On the ground, the Dominion of Canada fielded its first Army-sized formation – the four, over-gunned divisions of the Canadian Corps. To publicize this significant contribution to the allied war effort, Lord Beaverbrook created a public relations machine called the Canadian War Records Office (CWRO). Working with him to construct and preserve a national memory of the war years was Arthur Doughty, Dominion Archivist and Director of War Trophies. Drawing largely on spoils of war surrendered after the Armistice, Doughty amassed an artefact collection including nearly fifty aircraft. Along with the rest of the trophy collection, these state of the art aeroplanes were intended to form the nucleus of a national war museum in Ottawa to commemorate Canada’s wartime sacrifices.

    During the opening months of 1919, Doughty and a young Canadian staff officer by the name of Captain R.E. Lloyd Lott persuaded the RAF and the American Expeditionary Force (AEF) to share a portion of their aeronautical booty with Canada. In February and March of 1919, the recently formed Canadian Air Force (CAF) took possession of twenty Fokker D.VIIs from the RAF. The original intent was for the CAF to pack the aircraft for shipment to Canada, but No. 1 Fighter Squadron also flew them extensively alongside their standard British service machines. In part, this was because the experienced Canadian airmen felt that the D.VII was superior to their issued Sopwith Dolphins.

    Today, assessing the degree to which the CAF utilized German aircraft is based on a number of primary sources. Among the most useful documentary evidence is a handful of surviving pilot logbooks. In addition to these, a number of official Canadian photographs – one of the many products of Beaverbrook’s CWRO – captured Fokker D.VIIs in CAF custody. In the spring of 1919, CWRO cameramen visited the CAF at Hounslow Airfield (southwest of London, between the modern Heathrow Airport and Kew Gardens) where they photographed Fokkers D.VIIs being used by Canadian airmen. A number of these photographs have since been published fairly widely, yet their Canadian connection is most often entirely overlooked.

    The photograph showing a line-up of four Fokker D.VIIs (the nearest bearing the ‘RK’ insignia of Richard Kraut from Jasta 63) has appeared in a number of publications. Some rightly identify the location as Hounslow, but never has a caption indentified the serials of all four aircraft in the photograph, nor has anyone noted that they were being utilized by the CAF. Through an examination of original CWRO albums held at the Canadian War Museum (CWM), and an appreciation of context in which the photos were taken this author has deduced much information about the images in this series. Two other photographs of this same foursome, taken from different angles and showing a handful of CAF members, allow the four aircraft to be identified as Albatros-built D.VIIs bearing the serials 5924/18 [often misidentified as 5324], 6769/18, 6810/18 [the so-called ‘Knowlton Fokker’ that survives in Canada to this day at the Brome County Historical Society] and 6822/18. In order to extract this information, one requires access to all three photographs, an appreciation of their relationship to one another, and good quality scans or prints from the original glass plate negatives.


    ALAN SKEOCH

    oct. 2020
  • EPISODE 130 “UP ONE ROAD AND DOWN ANOTHER SETTING THE WORLD ON FIRE” ERIN TOWNSHIP, 4TH AND 5TH LINE OCT. 1,2020

    EPISODE 130    DRIVING THROUGH ERIN TOWNSHIP UP FIFTH LINE AND DOWN FOURTH LINE  OCT. 1, 2020


    alan skeoch
    Oct. 1, 2020

    WE got a huge return of sets and props from a big time movie.  I wrote a story with pictures.
    … an  interesting 
    story that may never be told.  Why not?  First, movies are quite secretive because they do
    not want strangers wandering  around  making their sets useless.   Second, I asked some of the men delivering
    our things to lift their masks so  I could get their pictures.  “They could be fired, Alan, you
    cannot do that.” said Marjorie. 

    And third, President Trump has tested positive for the Covid 19 virus.  Pence exposed? What does this
    mean?   Is Biden vulnerable?  I thought Trump look sick in the debate…sure sounded sick.  Is Nancy
    Pelosi third in line as takeover President.  Hope so.  Getting nervous.  I sure am.  Not 
    that I will miss Trump.

    So here is a series of pictures to make you feel less tense on this October day.

    alan

    P.S,  Maybe I can send the movie story titled  RETURN LOAD once the movie is shown to the public months from now.
    But do not hold  your breath.  Meanwhile go on this road trip with us.



    Where are we?  “Alan, get your camera, I will drive  UP THE FIFTH LINE, DOWN THE FOURTH LINE OF ERIN TOWNSHIP…JUST
    A SHORT DRIVE SOUTH WEST OF ERIN.”

    And so I left the drab brown soybean field where Andrew keeps his bees and became a passenger.  Pretend  you are
    in the truck  with us.


    Thanks … to whom?  To those of you who liked  our previous road  trip to Sheltered Valley and  Wicklow Beach…east of Toronto.
    One couple even duplicated the trip (Pat Fry and husband Dave).   

    Here we are North west of Toronto…


    Soybeans  can be beautiful too…


    Maple trees age, get tired, and collapse…sometimes with a burst of colour.


    Poor Mr Lindsay, a bachelor with a top herd…he decided to move a  cow from one place in the barn to another…she turned
    on him…gored him in the gut…bad…he dragged himself to the house to call for help…made the  call …but died.  At least
    that is what I remember being told.  Cows  kill farmers  as much or more than bulls.  Keep that in mind.


    “There, Alan, that is what I wanted  you to see.”

    “Can anyone tell me the cost of this rig?  I am guessing around $200,000 dollars.  Little wonder that small farmers
    have disappeared  and  corporate farmers are taking over.”


    “Don’t take my picture!”

    “OK”


    A few years ago I was asked to drive this stretch of  road in a new Japanese car … a commercial to be seen in
    Japan only … why would the car company want a Canadian driver on a Canadian back road for the Japanese market?

    Same stretch of road where I drove the experimental Japanese car…looking south this time. 


    I remember a line from a poem … “My days are in the yellow leaf.”