In anticipation of all that. My father bought the cheapest small self-assembled shed he could find, then acquired a bunch of very large, plastic, concentrate containers from a friend at Britvic. Each week he filled our Vee Dub camper at the pumps and then at home under cover of darkness I would help him syphon the fuel into the Britvic containers and wheel barrow them down the garden and into the shed. I don’t know how long this went on for but eventually that shed was chock full of plastic containers full of gasoline.
We used to motor up to Derbyshire (from the mid-Essex Badlands) quite regularly back then, and so we would always travel with a couple of these drums under the seats in the camper just so we always had a reserve to get us home again should supplies dry up. Of course it never really happened. I don’t think the proper fuel we had then had such a limit on shelf life but I have to wonder now how long it took him to work his way back through it all.
Health and Safety? Yeah right.
