Once upon a time, when we struggled up the hill carrying a pile of Hovis to the strains of Dvořák's Ninth Symphony (UK bread advert on TV ) we would take our car to a scrapyard and return with a fistful of beer tokens.Clogzz wrote:What’s this about ?the gubmint have shot themselves in the foot with the scrapyard legislation
I can see from this distance that they’re up to no good, but what did they do ?
In more enlightened times, all sorts of legislation has been created so that many smaller scrapyards have gone out of business, and those remaining charge you to take a car there. They have to separate all sorts of things, have separate facilities for draining fluids, all at their cost.
Consequently, instead of taking the car to the scrappie, they are dumped around the countryside at night, all nombers removed and then torched.
BTW, I have never taken a car to a scrapyard!