Sorry - but while a few of these are for water or wine, the majority of them are liquid manure, sewage or slurry tankers, and I felt 'T is for Tankers' appearing in people's feeds might get war-gamers thinking I was about to look at the AFV crew sets (ably dealt-with on PSR) . . . I'm not; today I'are be mostley looking at . . . mookey-poo tankers!
As a kid I saw these all over Europe (and I presume there are still a fair few around?), water carts which can be taken-out to the field and used to fill the stand-alone troughs there. The painter was probably correct to assume milk could be collected in similar vessels?
I like that Preiser have moved the tractor-towed tanker to the back of the wagon to make it look a little different from the horse-drawn one -in case you have them both on the same layout? While the modern one looks a little too like a milk/water tanker, not a mistake you'd want to make if you were thirsty!
I once worked for a company dealing in slurry tankers, and people used to send the pumps back when they got blocked (usually a bent or jammed vane, or a stone fallen in the slurry) which had to be unblocked from a floor-bolt mounted cradle pointing out of a side -door of the warehouse, as when they were freed, they shot out the last thing they'd been pumping, a few days older, with force . . . euwww!
It's basically the cradle for the box-wagon we'll look at in another post, with a [plastic] steel tank dropped between the uprights. From the pre-Mauritian paint-shop days, it's not up to later standards and the glue has been rather thrown around under the barrel. Also it's one of a few with a twin-species draft-team!
The grape tubs are just dropped into the recent re-sculpt of the old ladder-sided wagon (rack-wagon), the rest of the fire appliances will be looked at in a later post, as will the modern, pneumatic-tyred, plastic-tank, which probably can be used for liquid poop as well as water.
That last one is actually exactly the sort of equipment modern armies take to war to get water to troops hidden in woods, up mountains or out in the desert, so for war gaming, a quick military paint job could make it a useful addition to the logistics inventory.
On the farm I would use a very similar machine to that being used by the chap on the left, known to me as a cider-chopper or apple chopper, it will cut most things and is a simple, hand-turned, bladed shaft or roller at the bottom of a wooden hopper, which chops/crushes or mashes-up the grapes so that you can get the maximum into the barrel, if you tipped the grapes straight into the barrel, a few at the bottom would get a bit squished by the weight of those above, but there would be a lot of air in there, like a ball-pit at a kids restaurant!
* For foreign visitors to the blog: The British tabloids dubbed the Pope's various open-topped bullet-proof carriers 'Pope-mobiles' around the early 1980's - didn't stop one getting shot though, did it? Message from his God - no doubt! If you don't put blind faith in a deity to be responsible for you being shot or being not-shot, any subsequent shooting of the self is down to the actions (or inactions) of the self . . . what's known as self-determination!
- Hugh Walter
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- I’m a 51-year-old Aspergic CAD-Monkey. Sardonic, cynical and with the political leanings of a social reformer, I’m also a toy and model figure collector, particularly interested in the history of plastics and plastic toys. Other interests are history, current affairs, modern art, and architecture, gardening and natural history. I love plain chocolate, fireworks and trees but I don’t hug them, I do hug kittens. I hate ignorance, when it can be avoided, so I hate the 'educational' establishment and pity the millions they’ve failed with teaching-to-test and rote 'learning' and I hate the short-sighted stupidity of the entire ruling/industrial elite, with their planet destroying fascism and added “buy-one-get-one-free”. I also have no time for fools and little time for the false crap we're all supposed to pretend we haven't noticed, or the games we're supposed to play.