No sooner have we got the vehicle home, than he's gone again. After the issues with it starting, we knew we needed a new battery, so Jonathan was tasked with fitting it. A phone conversation with my Dad, some wooden tools from the kids tool box (don't ask!) and a lot of sparks later, and the new battery was in.
Jonathan then drove it a few miles down the road to a local VW specialist garage (on the reasoning that they would be more likely to know their way around an old engine than the average dealership) to have a good going over and an MOT.
Jonathan seems to be catching at least a little of my enthusiasm for this quirky old thing - the garage, on the other hand, told me in no uncertain terms that I am clearly mad!
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