All defences of SB's noted and duly ignored.
I decided to crack on, anyway. The bowl might turn up, and if it doesn't I can pick another one up in Bristol tomorrow.
Time for my favourite tool:
No, not the mole grips, although I like those too.
All the screws holding the bowl in were rusted solid (of course) so heads ground off, garage full of burning rubber stink from the seal and eventually we're here:
Getting the bowl out meant detaching it from the loom junction underneath the front slam panel. I tidied this bit up for the sake of smoke prevention when I got this Land Rover. It had suffered a small fire (by Land Rover standards) because of a short in the o/s sidelight wiring, which had melted out other bits of the front loom, so I replaced some of the wiring and made sure the smoke stayed where it should.
I'd never released the wiring clips and earthing bolt under slam panel though - chisel and grinder FTW. Finally all is unclipped and ready for cleaning and tidying up. Again.
If you hadn't guessed, this thing is used for trialling and green laning, so takes more shite than the usual trip to Waitrose. Most of the poo all over it comes from an unexpectedly deep waterhole on Salisbury Plain a couple of years ago. It got out, but the fucking chalky silty crap is like glue.
1963 Land Rover SIIA - in a field, probably waiting for next summer
1974 Land Rover S3 - trialler, wood carrier and donkey
1984 Mini 25 - Mrs D's
1993 Range Rover Vogue SE V8 - liability
1996 Mazda Bongo - camper and comfy* cruiser
2010 BMW R1200GS - economical transport