The Operators' Voice

"Morrismoans"

The bread I picked up on Monday ended up here at crick.

Its very clever because it goes up to Glasgow on the train, the track runs at the back of this warehouse.

I had never seen roadworks in a distribution centre before though!

After my early morning drop here I was asked to drive up to Scunthorpe and I saw this converted prison truck which brought new meaning to the saying "Jail Bird" ! you need to look closely at the writing on the back.

When I got to Scunthorpe it was so hot even the wind farm had given up work for the day.

I have been in the 26 tonner all week and that means a lot of beer delivery's.

I have a lot of drops in Sainbury's and this one was just off the M25 and was for 6 am

All the Sainsbury's I have visited have been ran like military bases. Every one is very helpful and really polite but the rules are very rigid.

I had a few drops in the M25 area and my next one was in near an oil refinery that had exploded once and closed the whole esteate down for a while.
The damage was still in evidence.

These are their own wagons waiting to be loaded.

I was lucky on the way but new I had to be cute on the way back to avoid all this traffic,

that was caused by this crash.

The picture of the crash was taken in my mirror when I was trying to take a picture of this red Ferrari.

I was up North for the first time with this company on Thursday for more Sainsbury's military base delivery's.

My last drop was at the Airport in Manchester.

I got the goods off in record time and on the way out took some photo's of this ancient fleet.

Back up north again tommorow with more beer and wine.

I posted yesterday without mentioning how I was tortured by a particular stretch of tarmac throughout the whole day.

It started at 6.30 am and was due up in St Helens for 8.30.

I was going to cruise up the M6 at 50 mph and arrive in plenty of time for the drop. Luckily though I am fanatical about traffic reports and listen to every one I can find , I even have a DAB radio and listen to traffic radio all the time .

I heard that the M6 north was closed at junction 4 so I had to use the M1 and then go through stoke which added a bit of time on and threw lots and lots of roundabouts into the mix making it a much less leisurely drive.

I got to my drop about 30 minutes late but they didn't seem to mind and I was tipped ok.

It did put the rest of the drops back a bit though and made all my other times slots a little bit tighter to make.

That adds stress and also phone calls from the boss when he sees the little dot on his screen that represents me standing still 30 miles away from where I am meant to be.

I was eventually finished missing allocated slots and ready to come back down the M6 and that's when I made a fateful decision.

I was feeling cheated for a few reasons partly because I hadn't been able to have a proper tacho break where I could use the facilities and eat something. I had to park in a lay by instead.

I also felt cheated because I wanted to cruise down the m6 to our base that is at the bottom of it without throwing it around any roundabouts and negotiating traffic lights and gears. I was feeling lazy.

I should of turned off at stoke and went back down the M1 to a collection at Maegan park for 4.30 but I couldn't get a space in the services at Sandbach or Knutsford so I carried on past my junction and though Id get to a services further down and then M6 all the way back.

The M6 though Birmingham from 8 to 4 was absolutely solid. It was so hot my head was spinning, my t shirt was sticking to my arms and my neck and my trouser felt like they were cementing themselves to my body in front of my eyes.

The whole motorway was ground to a halt so that a few workmen could throw a little bit of sand on some spilt fuel.

It took me two hours to get through a four mile section and then I ran straight into the roadworks.

I didn't make my collection and had to get up at 4 am today to collect it for "Morrismoans"

That's where I write this now.

I have been at this drop since my booking time of 8 am and still haven't got any closer to being tipped. I haven't even got through the gate yet to start waiting !!!

This is Haulage

For the whole of this week I have been driving at a maximum speed of 52 MPH and I have to say it gives you a whole new outlook.

I usually drive on the limiter and pass everything that gets in the way or let everything fly by if they need to.

This week I have chilled out and because the lorry cant go any faster so I have tended to sit on 50MPH.

It means I don't have to worry about all those camper vans, trailers and Morrison's trucks in lane one, I just hang back and trundle along to the drop at a nice leisurely pace.

I have been in the precise and often frustrating world of supermarkets distribution centres this week and I have to say I have been very impressed overall.

Some are better than others and Sainsbury's in particular stand out .

At the bottom of the pile has to be Morrison's.

I arrived at what looked like a lorry park in Northwich and found out it was in fact the queue to get in to the queue.

You then have to navigate your self through a series of parking bays and get into position to see a giant screen with numbers on it. Imagine the casualty department at the local hospital where they give you a number and it seems that no matter how long you wait it never gets any closer.

Driving the bigger trucks has shown me a different side of the haulage industry because we do similar drops to the arctics.

I have done the odd supermarket on the 18 tonnes but to do them everyday is a whole new experience.

I cant imagine having to come to the same places every week, sometimes every day and wait in the same lines and follow the same stupid rules and read the same stupid notices and meet the same stupid people.

It would send me crazy. I like being in and out of different trucks because it gives me a more varied work week.

Imagine what lorry day would be like if I was on a designated run?

Went to Crewe on Monday , went to Crewe again on Tuesday, Wednesday in Crewe it rained on the way !! Thursday in Crewe the truck really needed washing.

It wouldn't really work, so for now I think I'm happy to float, even though its a pain not having the same truck all the time.

At my work place the truck is the run , you take a particular truck and they do particular jobs, so if you get your own truck you usually get your own run as well.

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Blast from the past

First Drop this morning was Screwfix in Staford and it was already warming up on the M6 at 10 am.

I am in this Scania, but sadly there is no air con in this one.

The Scrwefix drop is always an easy one and the 'goods-in' people, usually try to tip you as fast as they can.

Two cups of their finest vending machine cappuccino's later though, and I'm seriously wondering if my faith has been misjudged.

I was out of Screwfix after a few hours and back on my way past this.

I had a collection in Hinckley that went straight back to ours and then I was sent on a real trip down memory lane.

A collection on the street were I grew up.

I was 9 years old when I lived here and I left when I was 14.

It brought back some really nice memory's.

I took the chance to wander around the area while they took their time getting my pallets ready.

I even saw a few people I knew when I lived there, much to the horror of the forklift driver.
(they were sitting on the corner drinking stella)

It was a railway bank, we called it the "Rally's".

We would run up and down the steep hills and lounge around in the bushes and on the roofs of this old playschool that the council couldn't work out what to do with.

They were flat at the back and perfect for hiding on and smoking.

It looks like they still haven't decided what to do with it.

7.30 in the evening and I arrive at home.

Hot, sweaty and shattered.

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"The Day The Music Died"

Thursday was another 7.5 t run, this time to Norwich. I had to be there for 7.30 so it meant a 4 o'clock start.

It is always nice to get a drop that goes smoothly and this was great because the shop was in a nice part of Norwich and had a lovely big delivery bay to back onto.

When I opened up the back doors and saw it was full to the brim my heart sank but I was told that they wanted to unload it themselves because they had a system and it worked! Fair enough I thought.

Their system was crap and it took them about 2 hours to unload 8 pallets but I didn't have to care. I was just following orders.

I saw a weird Latvian truck on the way over to the drop, he seemed a bit keen on the ladies.

The Cathedral made for an impressive sight and also a useful landmark.

A lovely example of a special kind of van.

I was out of Norwich and given the run around collecting.

This Diva was in no hurry and it took a while to slide past.

Friday was another truck. that's 7 in 5 days. This one was an 07 plate and it drove really well. Nothing like the other boneshakers I've had all week.

It was a weird day though because of the news of Michael Jacksons sudden death.

The radio was full of story's about his life and then the ups and downs of his career,
the controversy he attracted and his contribution to music and pop culture in general.

One fan said it was "the day the music died" and I suppose it was for her.

Other stars have passed away and the same old clips and stats get reeled out and after a few 30 second slots on the news, all is usually forgotten.

I think this will be a lot lot bigger though,partly because he was such an Icon and partly because there seems to be more to his death than meets the eye.

First drop was in Sandbanks

This is how wide the streets are in one of England's most expensive areas'

I turned around at the bottom of the street after the drop and found the beach.

I had a collection on the way back home in Devizes and that took me right out of my way and into the baren lands.

I knew I was lost when I saw this sign for tanks crossing.

When I got home my wife had been busy in the kitchen creating more amazing cakes so I thought I would share the latest ones with you.

You can see more here

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Ods and Sods

Monday was an early run into London and an early finish. I was taking out a different wagon everyday this week so I have been living out of a bag and I haven't been able to settle.

I jump in a truck and then into a van and then another truck. Its been hard keeping up with the tacho's and the driving and working time as well.

On Tuesday I was given a Transit courier van and asked to take a pallet of Bic razors up to a Somerfield in Huntingdon.

At the gatehouse I met the biggest tosser that you could ever have the misfortune to meet.

I arrived for my delivery time of 11.50 an hour early and drove up to the gate.

I stood behind another driver and he was filling in a booking in form that was propped up in the window.

It was the usual thing, name, firm, date time etc etc so I started filling it in while the Tosser pretended I wasn't there.

He finally allowed himself to acknowledge me by grabbing the book out of my hand and tearing out the sheet I had written on and tutting to himself, "Reg" he barked.

I didn't know as I had just got the van an hour before so I looked at my keyring and took a nanosecond longer than Tosser wanted, so he barked it again "Reg!"

I was literally ten seconds away from pulling him through his safety window and giving him a good hiding.

I didn't though because I am, after all , a calm, level headed and very well balanced individual.

I took a deep breath and tried to explain I hadn't been here before and that I had half a pallet from France marked Urgent.

Tosser totally ignored me and 'issued' me the site rules and explained the procedures like a robot
One way, hazard lights at all times and blah, blah,blah......

He said to pull up behind the artics that were in line and then walk to the goods in around the back.

I set off to find the line of trucks and didn't have to go far.

There was 15 trucks in front of me and the goods in was miles away. Seemed like Tosser was on a power trip.

As I pulled up behind the last truck I spotted a forkie and explained what Tosser had told me to do.

He told me to get round the front and he'd take it off for me straight away.

He was true to his word and he took it straight off.

I went back into goods in and waited for the paperwork.

While I was waiting I was watching the system that Somerfield use for booking in stock.

There was a printer churning out paper like a newspaper press, reams ands reams of the stuff was pouring out.

I had only took one pallet in and I was signing for 5 minutes and took about 15 sheets back with me.

They had artic drivers suffering with writers cramp and repetitive strain injury's.

The booking in office was like a cauldron of pissed off drivers. Upset on the way in by Tosser, then upset by a crazy, over zealous administrative system that kept them cooped up in a smelly cramped room with signs and warnings all around them .

The signs inform them of all the things that they can't do. Don't knock on the glass, don't slam the door, don't stay in your wagon, no facilities for visiting drivers. (they say that as if they are proud of this fact)

Imagine what the mood would be like if the forkies were true to form as well? It would be chaos.
Luckily all the forkies I met were sound.

I was eventually allowed to leave the hell that is Somerfields.

When I left, Tossers mate at the gate said "We didnt see you in the Queue" "No" I said and drove through the gate.

I was given the job of collecting an out of hours driver and driving his truck back to base.
after I had loaded it in Bedworth and then Un- loaded at the other end in Sutton Coldfield.

No pictures of Monday or Tuesday due to them both being crap days and me not being in the mood to take any of find anything worth snapping.

Today was a run into Braintree at an ungodly hour after another driver phoned in sick.

He had the right idea because this truck is worse than all the others I have been in this week.
It stinks, and it shakes, rattles and rolls more than a greatest hits of the fifties and sixties compilation album.

I have stopped cleaning out the wagons I am given now because at this rate I would of valeted the whole fleet by the end of the summer.

I ran straight into this on the A14 at 6.30 this morning.

This was the lorry that had tipped over on the Spittals roundabout but all it really shows is how dirty the windscreen is.

I had some cables for this hole in the ground that will be a house one day.

I was collecting from here, East Midlands Airport, just before I ran out of hours.

I got back in just under 9.

I am in another 7.5 tomorrow, so I expect to be bullied on the road by the big boys again.

I was okay today because the truck was an oldie and wasn't limited 67 mph all day long. It was the only way to stop it shaking, drive it to the limit!!!

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A Birthday Treat

For those readers with long memory's you might remember I turned 40 this last year.

I was given tickets to this years Grand Prix from my lovely and very clever wife. She always seems to know exactly what I want and this year she did me proud.

We didn't have a clue what to expect so I spent a few hours checking out a few fan forums and finding out some Do's and Dont's .

Do: leave at 4 o-clock in the morning and get there before the crack of dawn.

Don't: forget a chair, a cool box and a picnic for two.

Do: Set up camp on the grass banks as soon as light descends and a space the size of a cowpat is visible amongst the rows of folding chairs and cool box's.

Don't: wear a shiny pair of shoes and your best summer shirt.

Do:Bring a portable radio to listen to race commentary so you know who is actually leading who.

Don't: Get a general admission ticket if you want to see the race.

It was a shame that on the day we got our Do's and Dont's mixed up.

It was still an amazing day, if not also a massive learning curve. We learnt lots of things about Silverstone and I personally had a lot of myths about the place destroyed.

I expected a bit of glamour and ended up with a lot of clamour.

It was a tale of two tribes.

The Haves and the Have - nots.

The Haves, fly in, in wave upon wave of helicopters or are whisked in to private parking areas and surrounded by glamour and celebrity and usually pay nothing for the privilege.

The Have- nots, are the life blood of the sport, get up and queue at the crack of dawn , get corralled into pen like areas and treated like sheep, stumble around on rough gravel and crushed rocks, line up for in adequate toilets, get over charged for everything they buy and pay roughly a months salary for the privilege.

The Haves contribute very little, but the Have- nots create the atmosphere and provide the aura and the mystique that is Silverstone.

From what I am already telling you, you would be forgiven for thinking I hated it.

I can understand why you might think that but you would be wrong.

I cant stop myself thinking what I think, and I cant stop my self noticing what I notice, but I can see through all the wrongs and still get to the one big right.

Forget all the overpriced burger vans, the toilets, the gravel and the Haves and Have- nots because at 1 pm, a massive smile came across mine and 100,00 other faces when we heard the amazing roar of 20, highly tuned,perfectly balanced formula 1 cars fire into life and head for one spot on the tarmac in front of them.

All of them heading for it, only 1 of them ever going to make it.

The sound of the crowd and the cars brought the whole of this historic track to life and made us all feel good. Every single person in that magnificent arena was, for those few seconds connected.

It didn't last long, because a race lasts a long time, but it was still magical every time a car roared past and your stomach shook with the vibrations. Every time the wind blew the smell and the heat off the track toward you. Every time you heard that noise, that only the best cars in the world can make, you knew you were somewhere special.

This being a lorry blog I wanted to get pictures of the special wagons at the track but sadly, I couldn't get any where near them.

I found an amazingly popular truck though , one that should of been invited to Truckfest.

And there were a few of these Volvo's about as well with a special trick on top of them.

This was the (alleged) chief pervert arriving.

My crap picture of Vettel going past and the other picture is Button.

Same picture , different coloured blur !

This was the line for the toilets when we arrived.

Another tidy truck was this Renault simulator.

And this was as close as me and most of the other 100,00 fans got to the paddock and the pit lane.

A few legendary names but little else to see unless you were well connected or had deep pockets.

I did have a good time believe it or not and I will definitely make the trip again. I will be better prepared this time and maybe it will be still be at Silverstone.

I don't mind it going to Donnington next year because I believe that fans make a sport and most of the fans I saw today would follow these cars to the ends of the earth.

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The Horse Whisperer

This was home for the last two days and again tomorrow night as well.

The job seemed like an easy one, but a long one.

Four drops in South Wales and a collection on the way home, park up and drop the collection off in the morning.

The first drop was easy, 7 am in Swansea. The goods in man was a rude old git but I'm used to that and it went straight over my head I just opened up the doors and let them take what they needed .

The next few drops were a nightmare to find because they were all farms in the middle of nowhere, but I trusted my instincts, and two truckers atlas's, and eventually worked my way up the hills and through the tiny lanes to deliver the loads.

It was a beautiful day and it gave me the perfect opportunity to partake in one of my favourite pastimes. Road Wreck spotting.

I was on my way to a village in the hills called Blaenycoed. It was a real climb and tested the Scania auto box.

It was a good job I had done my research and learnt what the green button does next the stick. ( a pm to a trucknet Scania expert)

After phoning for directions I had to divert around Camarthan and then back up into the hills to get the truck up because the other roads were just to small.

I finally arrived at the address and only then did I find out what I was collecting.

It was then I wish I hadn't.

I was picking up a whole farm!

All the equipment and all the bedding for nine horses including their training floor.

These blocks needed loading on one by one, nearly 3 tonnes.

I was met at the farm in Wales by a guy who had bought everything on the site at a horse sale.

He had bought a troublesome mare and liked the look of a stallion that hadn't met the reserve so he went up to Wales to have another look, and just like Victor Ki am of Remington fame, "He bought the company"

He bought everything that wasn't nailed down, and some stuff that was as well.

The funny thing was, that the longer we were there, the more he bought.

He kept coming back to the truck and trying to find some more space because, in his words "He'd done another deal. "

He was a great bloke, lots of fun and even though the work was hard and long , it was still interesting.

80 bags of chippings for the horses and that was just for starters. I was there for 5 hours and only just had time to get back down the road and park up for the night.

I was up really early, just after 6 and set off to meet the horse whisperer at his ranch.

There was just the two of us to unload so it took a while and we kept getting interrupted by a wild horse that wouldn't settle and had to be soothed.

This load had to come off and it was made easier by this trailer and quad that we brought back from the Welsh homestead.

I came across this rare magnum while I was taking a breather. It was originally a removal lorry but was bought for a horse box conversion. I couldn't get closer.

These 3 TNT trucks were the fruits of a past deal and all had a price. They were also being made into horse boxes.

I had a long day and stunk of everything horse, but I enjoyed getting to far flung places and seeing and meeting interesting people.

I have a late start in the morning and another night away which I don't enjoy at all but I guess that's the job.

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The Smoke

I was out in the new Scania today, I say new, well its new to me.

I posted a plea for help on the trucknet forum regarding the gears and they came through for me once again.

Its actually done over a Million kilometres .I had fun filling the tacho in because the actual tacho only reads 69000.

Before I wrote out the disc I had to find out where to put it. The tachodisc actually fits in the speedometer . You have to flip it out and then put the disc underneath.

It was a nice easy run down to London and through the Blackwell tunnel into Greenwich.

I was supposed to pick up a return load after the drop but the bloke in charge at the building site didn't want to pay for a forklift to load me up.

He said I was meant to have a grab on the lorry. I didn't so I had to go back empty. For the sake of twenty quid they will end up sending another truck to the site to pick that load up and that's going to cost someone a lot more money.

That's the transport business for you.

The weirdest and slowest tow truck in the world made a nuisance of himself for a few miles on the way back and I was glad to finally get past.It was a Citroen CV6.

I thought I would post a picture of my camera in action so this is Friday's view taken on my phone.

I'm off to Wales in a few hours for a nice break, two days in the Scania that's done more miles than Virgin air so Ill post when I park up tomorrow.

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You ASDA be joking

I took advantage of the quiet roads this morning to catch a few snaps of the road wrecks in the fields around my workplace.

Setting off this morning on the M69 I hadn't realised it had rained so heavily.

I was loaded up at 7 am in Magna Park for two drops . One in Bristol and the other in Chepstow.

They were both supermarket regional distribution centre's, also known as RDC's and I believe they both reflect there own stores individual identity's.

First of all Sainsbury's.

I shop at Sainsbury's because I find it a nice, peaceful, calm and organised store. I also find it very good value.

I feel like I'm getting value for money and I also feel valued as a customer as well.

When I was at their RDC in Bristol today, it also felt calming, I felt valued. There didn't seem to be an urgency about the place but at the same time everything was being carried out as it should be. Things were working and everything seemed to run smoothly.

They did have one of the smallest goods in windows I have ever seen though.

I have to admit I was there for a little bit longer than I would of liked, and I was Twittering about being stuck forever, but I found out they had a cleaning issue, and had to have some of the bins in the loading bays industrially cleaned.

If I start Oinking during this don't worry, I didn't get to close.

When I visit an Asda store its usually because they have an offer on for something really cheap like a loss leader or something.

I always find their stores, hectic, noisey, crowded and very tense.

The Asda RDC was exactly the same.

Everybody I was in contact with was really polite but it was just a different atmosphere altogether.
I was two hours early because it was just a twenty minute jump over the bridge.

The place was heaving. Trucks everywhere. Reversing, pulling off bays, horns papping, drivers getting annoyed and shouting. It was a bloody nightmare, but it was a true reflection of their own stores I thought.

I was there for a long time, just sitting in my cab waiting to drop my three pallets off and watching the mayhem.

A freshline truck knocked a Downton's truck wing mirror of while reversing and an Irish Scania with more exhausts than Dick Dastardly came roaring in.

I have never seen an Irish truck stopped, not even on a bay!

They even installed this in case the addicts needed a fix.

I was eventually let go and I rushed out the gate, up the M5 and ...... into this

Three and a half hours later and I was back in our yard moving out of my lovely Stralis and into a new 26 tonne Scania 94 D 300.

Just the coolest looking truck I could find today seeing as I will be at the British Grand Prix next Sunday.

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Thursday was boring

Thursday was an early start and I was tested right from the start with a drop in this tiny yard in Barwel.

I decided to ask how to get in and I was advised to reverse in. My heart dropped because I expected him to say "oh its OK drive it wont fit, we'll come to you" .

I made it look fairly easy I have to say and I was very pleased with myself for two reasons

1) I didn't hit anything or take any shunts.

2) I decided to ask first and risk looking silly rather than twist the truck up or break the wall and look stupid.

After that I was placed on standby in one of the satellite yards and waited for something to come in.

I was getting pretty bored just sitting around when I was asked to return to base .

I was presented with this

A 32 tonne Scania. I was asked to go over to one of our customers to get it loaded with 18 tonne of tiles.

I had never driven any thing so large before and I was a bit aprehensive.

I had the gears explained to me. They were on a stalk on the steering wheel column.

I took my time and managed to get from A-B and back again without a hitch.

A nothing day really, just sitting around for most of it.

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Welsh Night Out

Whenever I go down the M50, I see this crane, It must of been abandoned but I am amazed that someone could just leave such a marvelous machine to rot away.

I have always been fascinated with the stuff left to rot in peoples driveways, garages and fields.

I would love to have people send in any pictures they have of roadside wrecks they have seen rotting away abandoned by the roadside.

There is a book on American roadside wrecks written by Will Shiers called Roadside Relics.

It looks amazing but I haven't had the pleasure of reading it yet because I only ordered it today.

On the way down to wales I had to pass this bulldozer.

It was easier to pass than the three Somerfield wagons driving in convoy down the M50 later.

I was going to Multidrop in Wales , two in Cardiff, one in Penarth, over to Swansea and then finally finish in Cardigan.

I arrived in Cardiff at 7 am and found the first drop was a council estate in the middle of Cardiff and not a very wide street so I had to walk up to the house and bring the pallet up in three pieces.

The next one in Cardiff was just a few miles away but he wasn't in so after trying the door, the window, the neighbour and around the back, I admitted defeat and carried the extra pallet around wales with me for the next two days.

I planned the next route through Cardiff with precision because it seems Cardiff wasn't made for trucks, I was winding and crawling through the town when I came across this crumbling relic!!

Oh sorry, wrong way round!

But Seriously I was really impressed with Cardiff as a city, but I don't want to drive a lorry through here ever again.

It was a real cross town trek and it didn't help having to drop 8 pallets of computers in a school playground off the tailfit. At break time!

I had to have an escort as I drove through the playground to the computer department and then unload them while the kids milled around.

I had to laugh when he uttered those immortal words "We've had bigger down here drive". He also told me the last truck in here had took the guttering off when he left.

I squeezed out the way I came in and even with a banksman and an escort, I still took a piece of guttering with me as well.

Oops.

I got of Penarth and Cardiff and into the open after a while and started driving up into the hills.

The road was the A484 to Cardigan and is about 26 miles of nearly single lane. There is room for two vehicles to pass but not really two many places where two trucks can pass.

This led to a few hairy moments with Artics from time to time.

I dropped off my last delivery at the Plumb centre in Cardigan and found a lay by for the night.

This is the route from the tom tom for my morning collection... In Bristol!

My Collection was a warehouse just off the M48 so I had to cross the bridge and enter England this way.

You had to park your truck with the front wheels on these yellow lines?

Weird.

After passing the Yellow line test, I went up to Cheltenham to collect more pallets for Scandinavia.

One of the collections was in here:

No, I didn't think it would fit either.

I walked down and we got a sack barrow up to the truck, 18 cartons loaded onto the back doors.

I was only half way through the day, I still had a collection in Reditch and then I had to drop everything off in Hinkley.

6pm I arrived back in the yard and parked up for another day.

Posted by (Lorryday) in Lorryday on June 11, 2009 11:48 AM
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