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There were some great rides at LVW Fest as usual, with a significant representation from the water cooled community. Lots of old favourites and a few new ones thrown in for good measure.

Here’s a few that caught my eye…….

Pristine paintwork on a gorgeous monochromatic splitty.


You can’t beat a classic Caddy! And I was drooling over this one 😉

Nice paintwork…

Naff content but I think most of the boy racers would vote it rear of the year (AGAIN!!!!!)

Another drool worthy option…….

This time it was Mr Other Half’s turn to get excited: He misses his souped up Caddy sooooooo much!

Lulabelle – Compact catering from a classic Splitty 🙂

This one makes me smile because it reminds me of many hours spent handling an angle grinder on my early bay 😉

Ratty Late Bay


The water cooled community was very much in evidence at this year’s show.

I love this!!!!

Scoobified Caddy; Yum!

All lined up and looking for new owners……..

Looks familiar! Billy the Bulli sporting the latest hi-tech waterproofing solution – chromework that caught the eye of many a passer by judging by the amount of people who stopped to take a photograph 😉

I’m a Lancashire lass that lives in the heart of Yorkshire; From the lofty heights of the Bramley hill that our house was built on there’s a good view of the surrounding area, including a place just over the way called Rombald’s Moor. And nestled at the foot of this moor is a little town called Ilkley.

Billy the Bulli at the Cow and Calf Rocks, Ilkley.

After addressing recent symptoms of van flu Mr Other Half decided that Billy the Bulli needed a bit of a run out – just to make sure that all was truly well in the engine bay. So Ilkley Moor (an area of the larger Rombald’s Moor), and home of the famous Cow and Calf rocks, was our destination for the day.

A light packed lunch.

Billy’s kitchen isn’t quite so well equipped as Vince Bully Bus’.

Happily, Mr OH is a bit of a whizz with all things VW and Billy performed exceptionally well without a hitch; even a rather long and steep road that formed part of our ascent was no match for our trusty little bulli 😉

Billy has a rest in the car park whilst me and Mr OH tackle a short climb up to the top of the ‘cow’.

The Cow and Calf or Hangingstone rocks are so called because one is big and the other small – rather like a mother cow and its baby. Yorkshire folk certainly don’t mince their words when it comes to calling a spade a spade, but I much prefer the local legend of a giant named Rombald, who split the stones whilst fleeing from his angry wife – surely that tale has a certain ring of truth about it; either way, it makes for a much more exciting explanation than the scientific fact that the rocks are actually just glacial debris left over from the last Ice Age.

The Cow and Calf.

The rocks are a form of sandstone known as Millstone Grit; most are covered with carved inscriptions from previous visitors to the area – a tradition that has seemingly existed for thousands of years with Rombald’s Moor containing the second highest concentration of ancient carved stones in the whole of Europe.

19th Century carved inscriptions on the rocks.

A local soldier leaves his mark on one of the stones of Rombald’s Moor – whilst the Spa town of Ilkley (Olicana in Roman times) nestles quietly down below.

The Swastika Stone – Dating back to the late Neolithic Bronze Age

Old Crack & Rackety Jack – What magnificent names for someone’s cherished rides!

A bit of a moorland hike and gentle climb, one packed lunch of assorted sandwiches, two cups of coffee each and a rather nice ice cream cone dressed with a Cadbury’s Flake and chocolate sauce drizzles saw us eventually bid farewell to the scenes of our latest adventure. We had survived a romp on Ilkley moor without a hat – unlike Mary Jane’s suitor who succumbs to the worms through poor wardrobe choices if the famous Yorkshire anthem is anything to go by!

Yorkshire lyrics

Wheear ‘ast tha bin sin’ ah saw thee, ah saw thee?

On Ilkla Mooar baht ‘at
Wheear ‘ast tha bin sin’ ah saw thee, ah saw thee?
Wheear ‘ast tha bin sin’ ah saw thee?

On Ilkla Mooar baht ‘at
On Ilkla Mooar baht ‘at
On Ilkla Mooar baht ‘at
Tha’s been a cooartin’ Mary Jane
Tha’s bahn’ to catch thy deeath o` cowd
Then us’ll ha’ to bury thee
Then t’worms’ll come an` eyt thee up
Then t’ducks’ll come an` eyt up t’worms
Then us’ll go an` eyt up t’ducks
Then us’ll all ha’ etten thee
That’s wheear we get us ooan back

Where have you been since I last saw you, last saw you?

On Ilkley Moor without a hat
Where have you been since I last saw you, last saw you?
Where have you been since I last saw you?

On Ilkley Moor without a hat
On Ilkley Moor without a hat
On Ilkley Moor without a hat
You have been courting Mary Jane
You are bound to catch your death of cold
Then we will have to bury you
Then the worms will come and eat you up
Then the ducks will come and eat up the worms
Then we will go and eat up the ducks
Then we will have eaten you
That’s where we get our own back

Ilkley Moor – Be sure to take your hat!

The return journey home was equally hitch free and even saw us pulling up at a local ale house for the obligatory dust busting pint before finally tucking Billy up for the night in his cozy little garage; what a lucky little bulli he is!

Two pints of lager and a packet of Pork Scratchings please!

Now off to make a suitable hat should we return any time soon – hope the wrist can stand up to the challenge!