Todays lot, Buzzer
Thanks to Suedehead and Buzzer for the photos 
Oily
A fine looking motor credit to SCP for the photo.
Buzzer:
essexpete:
Buzzer:
Sunday service all stand, BuzzerBuzzer would it be OK to post the Scammell with the IH 74s on the Farming Forum classic section?
Thanks
PeterPlease do, cheers Buzzer
Thanks
Buzzer:
Todays lot, Buzzer
Hard to believe that there were ever that many MK10s lined up at once or could Jaguar not sell them?
I had a sit on a Euclid scraper with twin Detroits at a Yorks open farm event. Quite an amazing piece of engineering. It must have been totally ear damaging to operate judging by the sound of the average 2 stroke.
Buzzer:
Todays lot, Buzzer
Rather large bang in that load
Dig
A Tate & Lyle Foden in Liverpool with a full load of bagged sugar during World War II. I imagine that
most of todays drivers would " Throw A Wobbler " if they had to load & unload it by hand. The ERF has
wartime headlights and white painted mudguards to help it to be seen in the dark of night. NMP.
Ray Smyth.
Ray Smyth:
A Tate & Lyle ERF in Liverpool with a full load of bagged sugar during World War II. I imagine that
most of todays drivers would " Throw A Wobbler " if they had to unload it by hand. The ERF has
wartime headlights and white painted mudguards to help it to be seen in the dark of night. NMP.Ray Smyth.
Me too, Ray. that system of handball loads continued well after the war, when I was a freebooting tramper in the '60s and '70s let loose for weeks on end to find my own loads, I avoided such loads like the plague, always on the look out for steel and timber that had to be craned or forklifted on and off. Not always successfully though and I have bad memories of loads like that, and sometimes bigger and heavier bags, coming off conveyors that wouldn’t wait for me to get back in time for the next bag to avoid it falling on the deck if I wasn’t quick enough. Even in the '90s at Toray, as most of our customers did not have mechanical unloading facilities, loads of rolled fabric were all handballed.
Spardo:
Ray Smyth:
A Tate & Lyle ERF in Liverpool with a full load of bagged sugar during World War II. I imagine that
most of todays drivers would " Throw A Wobbler " if they had to unload it by hand. The ERF has
wartime headlights and white painted mudguards to help it to be seen in the dark of night. NMP.Ray Smyth.
Me too, Ray. that system of handball loads continued well after the war, when I was a freebooting tramper in the '60s and '70s let loose for weeks on end to find my own loads, I avoided such loads like the plague, always on the look out for steel and timber that had to be craned or forklifted on and off. Not always successfully though and I have bad memories of loads like that, and sometimes bigger and heavier bags, coming off conveyors that wouldn’t wait for me to get back in time for the next bag to avoid it falling on the deck if I wasn’t quick enough. Even in the '90s at Toray, as most of our customers did not have mechanical unloading facilities, loads of rolled fabric were all handballed.
Yes, David, Your comments regarding full loads of heavy sacks reminded me of my 3 years as a shunter with Robert Baillie & Co of
Portsmouth from early 1970, based at their Wigan depot. About once a month, one of us, having handballed 3000 trays of Guernsey
tomatoes at Bradford or Leeds wholesale fruit market, went to Croda Premier in Hull to load 271 twelve stone sacks of castor meal,
which totalled just over 20 tons. The load was for delivery to a mushroom farm near Bognor Regis in Sussex. The night trunk drivers
took the load down to Baillies depot at Horndean, near Portsmouth, and a shunter would take it to Bognor for delivery. On arrival,
he would remove the ropes and sheet, get back behind the wheel of the Atkinson and trundle slowly through a field with several of
the mushroom growers lads on the trailer, pitching the 12 stone sacks off both sides of the 40ft trailer, easy morning for the shunter. 
I forgot to include above, that the 12 stone sacks came down a chute almost at the rear of the 40 ft flat trailer and had to be shoulder
carried forward. It was a struggle for me because I am 5ft 4ins, and at that time and weighed just 9 stone, the bloody sacks were a third
heavier than me.
Cheers, Ray.
Ray Smyth:
A Tate & Lyle ERF in Liverpool with a full load of bagged sugar during World War II. I imagine that
most of todays drivers would " Throw A Wobbler " if they had to load & unload it by hand. The ERF has
wartime headlights and white painted mudguards to help it to be seen in the dark of night. NMP.Ray Smyth.
Lovely pic Ray.
I believe the driver of that ERF, who’s name escapes me, survived long enough to receive a telegram from HRH…!
pyewacket947v:
Ray Smyth:
A Tate & Lyle ERF in Liverpool with a full load of bagged sugar during World War II. I imagine that
most of todays drivers would " Throw A Wobbler " if they had to load & unload it by hand. The ERF has
wartime headlights and white painted mudguards to help it to be seen in the dark of night. NMP.Ray Smyth.
Lovely pic Ray.
I believe the driver of that ERF, who’s name escapes me, survived long enough to receive a telegram from HRH…!
Thank you for you comments, At least the driver had a second man with him, the older chap with the flat cap.
Perhaps the driver did many journeys down to your neck of the woods, where half of my origin is from, Mother
was from Bath, Somerset. My other half is from Newry, Co.Down, Peel, Isle Of Man, and a bit from Liverpool
where I was born. I am a bit of a " Dolly Mixture ".
Cheers, Ray.
Great pics as usual. Thanks to all who post them and in a lot of cases, bring back memories. I wish I’d taken some too.
Ray Smyth:
I forgot to include above, that the 12 stone sacks came down a chute almost at the rear of the 40 ft flat trailer and had to be shoulder
carried forward. It was a struggle for me because I am 5ft 4ins, and at that time and weighed just 9 stone, the bloody sacks were a third
heavier than me.Cheers, Ray.
I’ve lived here long enough for the need to translate your ‘12 stone’ comment above. 12 x 14 / 2.2 = bloody hell almost 80 kgs, exactly my present weight though much heavier than I was back in those days. The first 28 years of my life was spent solidly at 9 stone, though no weakling with sand in my face. Then I got married. 
The worst bagged load I remember was some sort of very itchy stuff in very large bags somewhere in Lincolnshire. Bardney, I think springs to mind, but no idea what it was in the sacks. They were very large and very heavy and came off a belt above shoulder height at the end of the trailer. I had to judge to get each one exactly balanced on my shoulder and then, with the momentum of its arrival, run up the trailer and drop it precisely where it needed to be. Then race back to be positioned for the next one, any delay and I would either miss it or it landed, dangerously too far forward or back on my shoulder. One way could cause me to fall face down, the other way bending me backwards. I was lucky to avoid long lasting life threatening injuries.
But with all that and more, the heavy duty unassisted steering, the cabs with insufficient or absent heating, the inability to get cool air in in the summer, I wouldn’t have changed a thing and counted myself very lucky not to have been cooped up in an office or factory all day long. The open road and ever changing landscape and, when good ones were available, the companionship of like minded and similarly treated friends in the digs was joy to me. There was a gap in the middle as the digs got worse, or disappeared altogether, and even the relative comfort of sleeper cabs divorced us from our fellows so often. It wasn’t till I came here to work in 1999 that that feeling returned with the cameraderie of French and other drivers, that they had never lost, brought back fond memories of the old days. Before that, in the 20 odd years of continental driving we seemed to be only partly in the system, often soul less service areas were chosen where fellow Brits gathered, over the traditional routiers on the back roads. I retired at the end of 2002 and spent the next 10 years or so emmersed in local activities but there was always something missing. A chance request to move a couple of dogs from south to north changed my life and, till covid and other ills came along I once again revelled in the romance of the road. As Peterm says, thanks for all the memories.
Those big bags in Lincolnshire had to be beet pulp , I’ve done many loads of them , even worse if they came from storage and had set into a solid block . I was only 10 stone then until the wife fed me up a bit . You didn’t get fat on those loads , kept you fit .
Spardo:
Ray Smyth:
I forgot to include above, that the 12 stone sacks came down a chute almost at the rear of the 40 ft flat trailer and had to be shoulder
carried forward. It was a struggle for me because I am 5ft 4ins, and at that time and weighed just 9 stone, the bloody sacks were a third
heavier than me.Cheers, Ray.
I’ve lived here long enough for the need to translate your ‘12 stone’ comment above. 12 x 14 / 2.2 = bloody hell almost 80 kgs, exactly my present weight though much heavier than I was back in those days. The first 28 years of my life was spent solidly at 9 stone, though no weakling with sand in my face. Then I got married.
The worst bagged load I remember was some sort of very itchy stuff in very large bags somewhere in Lincolnshire. Bardney, I think springs to mind, but no idea what it was in the sacks. They were very large and very heavy and came off a belt above shoulder height at the end of the trailer. I had to judge to get each one exactly balanced on my shoulder and then, with the momentum of its arrival, run up the trailer and drop it precisely where it needed to be. Then race back to be positioned for the next one, any delay and I would either miss it or it landed, dangerously too far forward or back on my shoulder. One way could cause me to fall face down, the other way bending me backwards. I was lucky to avoid long lasting life threatening injuries.
But with all that and more, the heavy duty unassisted steering, the cabs with insufficient or absent heating, the inability to get cool air in in the summer, I wouldn’t have changed a thing and counted myself very lucky not to have been cooped up in an office or factory all day long. The open road and ever changing landscape and, when good ones were available, the companionship of like minded and similarly treated friends in the digs was joy to me. There was a gap in the middle as the digs got worse, or disappeared altogether, and even the relative comfort of sleeper cabs divorced us from our fellows so often. It wasn’t till I came here to work in 1999 that that feeling returned with the cameraderie of French and other drivers, that they had never lost, brought back fond memories of the old days. Before that, in the 20 odd years of continental driving we seemed to be only partly in the system, often soul less service areas were chosen where fellow Brits gathered, over the traditional routiers on the back roads. I retired at the end of 2002 and spent the next 10 years or so emmersed in local activities but there was always something missing. A chance request to move a couple of dogs from south to north changed my life and, till covid and other ills came along I once again revelled in the romance of the road. As Peterm says, thanks for all the memories.
Definately sounds like sugar beet pulp out of British Sugar at Bardney, three or four lads helped you to load straight on to the trailer floor and at your destination (mine was usually Pye’s feed mill at Lancaster) we unloaded them onto pallets.
Cheers Wrighty.
rigsby:
Those big bags in Lincolnshire had to be beet pulp , I’ve done many loads of them , even worse if they came from storage and had set into a solid block . I was only 10 stone then until the wife fed me up a bit . You didn’t get fat on those loads , kept you fit .
Yes that rings a bell, I knew it was something to do with sugar.
I got involved with similar, maybe the same, stuff in Australia. I landed a job at a sugar factory in Queensland driving a short arse Bedford tipper carrying a waste product to a great big field nearby where it joined other heaps which were constantly smouldering away. Never went out. And neither did I, there was an ingenious system of ropes and pulleys that opened the tailgate as the body was tipping. The complete opposite of Bardney bags. I did get out of the cab though, once back in the bay I climbed the steps to the small cabin where the gantry operator sat to level the ‘gas’ evenly in the shed and then steer it out down a chute for my next load. The hardest part of the job was the steps.
Edit: @Wrighty. I must have been before/after your time there then. Or maybe it was my after shave, but I don’t remember even seeing another person let alone have someone helping on the trailer. 
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PyeWacket947v:
Ray Smyth:
A Tate & Lyle ERF in Liverpool with a full load of bagged sugar during World War II. I imagine that
most of todays drivers would " Throw A Wobbler " if they had to load & unload it by hand. The ERF has
wartime headlights and white painted mudguards to help it to be seen in the dark of night. NMP.Ray Smyth.
Lovely pic Ray.
I believe the driver of that ERF, who’s name escapes me, survived long enough to receive a telegram from HRH…!
With respect gentlemen,the ‘ERF’ is actually a Foden 
Foden DG6/12,Flat-Bodied,R6x4,Lorry,FLV 315,Liverpool 1939,Tate & Lyle,No.101.TNUK,OTL-PP&IBIP,857-858.Ray Smyth,4-2022.3#
NOTE: The Saloon Cab was standard from 1933 to 1938 for the ERF heavy lorry range,and optional along with the Streamline Cab from 1938.
2.
ERF CI.682,Saloon-Cabbed,Flat-Bodied,R8x4,Lorry,CN.1334,DTC 308,Lancashire,6,7-1938,Keirby & Perry,Blackpool.P.N.Nick Watts.TNUK,OTL-PP&IBIP,857-858.Robert Knight-Flickr,4-2022.3#
ERF Streamline CI.562 or CI.662,Streamline-Cabbed,Dropside-Bodied,R6x2 or R6x4,Lorry,late 1930s -early 1940s.TNUK,OTL-PP&IBIP,857-858.IMDB-SunBar,4-2022.3#
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