But, at the first fence, Little Willie coughed, bucked, and... just died on me.... and refused to go any further. So... dare I admit it? I hang my head in shame for those naughty words I used as I 'walked' the little Bantam back home again.
Something said 'fuel starvation', so I disconnected the pipe and turned on the fuel tap. Plenty of fuel there!
And, of course, it all became clear when I tried to blow air into the float chamber. I couldn't! The float needle had stuck, and there was hardly any fuel left in the float chamber. Must get a replacement float needle ordered online at Hitchcocks.