Father in law bought it on eBay drunk a couple of years ago and then realised that classic car ownership was more than putting the roof down and going to the beach on a nice sunny day.

Knew I was into cars and confidently proclaimed that it was now as much mine as his. Which is a really lovely gesture.

Except I wish I could have had had a say in it, because I would have rather the Stag for the childhood nostalgia of my uncle’s.

There was once a time when Spitfires were quite common, plenty showing up at car shows and such, but they seem to be quite a rarity now. In fact I’m not sure the last time I saw one of any Mk in the flesh other than my own.

Anyway, here she is. The Spitty.