I had seen the car for sale on Duksville’s web site before I bought the Dooster. It was more money than I had, and although I was very tempted, I stuck with the Dooster. A month or so after I got the car, I decided it wasn’t for me, and asked around if anyone was interested in buying it. A guy from just down the road in Cardiff bought it and the money was going to go on the new house we’d just bought. And then I had another look at the advert on the site. It was £600 cheaper. I rang Geordie Paul and told him I was interested, and he offered to trailer it to his yard in Cheshire for me to look at. I took my wife Lisa with me by offering to buy her lunch on the way back, and off we went.

When we got there, I fell in love with it. I said “Wow”. Lisa said “What a piece of Shit!”. It was leaking like a sieve, was in a mess internally, but looked solid and amazingly rust free. Paul showed me a few patches that he’d spotted, but nothing major. He made us a cup of tea, I gave him a deposit and that was it. A few weeks later after we’d moved, he trailered it down to Wales for me for sensible money, and helped me push it in the garage. Top bloke. It didn’t fit in the garage, despite me getting the builders to check the length of the garage, but it was only an inch or so, and the door could be sort of locked. And then I started to take it to bits.