Well it's finally at its new home. Not quite as intended but it is up and it rings. I hired a diamond core drill to cut a 50mm hole in the 8 inch brick wall for the bell arm. I had intended to use all the old bolts but decided the top one was enough and fixed the remaining three parts of the frame with large screws. Recoated the frame with black metal paint but left the bell as it was, polished up with some autosol. Inside the garage it looks a bit crude. It can stay like that until I summon up the effort to paint the wooden block that acts a a large washer to secure the very long bolt which holds up the frame.
It seems a long time since I first spotted the bell. After the demolition of the building there have been a lot of enquiries about what happened to the bell. I may write a letter to my local newspaper to tell anyone interested where they can see the restored bell. But that can wait. The lawn needs mowing, and after all there are more things in life than bells. Aren't there?
The photos complete the tale of my bellquest - it was fun.