Well, had a trying afternoon. First of all replaced the fuel pump with another one, off my super minx. Took it apart and cleaned it, and fitted it. No good. So, carried on with one last search for the missing pump that was fitted to babs before I replaced the engine. Finally, I found it, nicely filed in a plastic bag on my desk in the storage. I'd only spent about 4 hours looking for it. So fitted that one, more scraping of the arms - it's not an easy thing change is the fuel pump, especially the top bolt. A bit of contorsion is required. Once fitted, took it out for a quick run up the hill. Floored the accelerator pedal and 5 seconds later the engine starts to splutter. Damn.
Got back and took the carb off and took it apart and blew compressed air through all of the jets, and removed the float jet and gave it an extra blast. Result - on the test run I revved the bollocks of Babs and I didn't have any of the fuel starvation issues. Not sure why crap is getting through to the carb, but will replace the filter tomorrow.
So, Babs is as ready as she is going to be for the trip to Blackpool. Also, I can spend the money I was going on an electric fuel pump on some fairy lights - if I can find some down the pound shop tomorrow.
Knutsford is the scene of the rescue by the AA when the trailer Baz and I were bring Peggy down from Scotland finally gave up with a red hot bearing. So, I guess that's where I'll break down this time.