I had a proper look at the van yesterday, it's not a custom one. It's in deepest darkest Somerset. It's owned by a really old lady and it is a total wreck and far too bad to restore unfortunately.
The conversation was funny though:
Me 'Hi, who's field is that?'
Old lady 'It's mine love'
Me 'What's happening with that van?'
Old lady 'That's mine love, I keep my logs in that!'
Me 'really? Can I swap it for a shed?'
Old lady 'i couldn't put a shed up!'
Fair enough.
She told me that they had just scrapped their old escort too. She looked at my car and said 'our escort was a G plate. The G was at the end though...'!
If only I caught her in time.