The Fridolin got broken in to!

We got the email at around 11am.

"The lockups have been broken into, number 3 is one of them - there is nothing left inside".

I turned to James "Isn't our's number 3?" I asked, "and isn't the Fridolin in there?"
"I think that's ours" was his reply!

Panic rushed over us. Could the Fridolin really be gone?

We quickly headed over to the lockups to find that three of the 20 odd garages had the doors wide open and the locks cut off with bolt cutters. The first one we saw was totally empty, this didn't look good.

Sure enough number 3 was ours and it had been hit but on swinging the broken door open the big orange vehicle was still sitting there.
A wave of relief put the colour back in the cheeks.
On closer investigation we noticed the offside sliding window had been smashed in and it was obvious they had tried to rip the tachometer off - shame they didn't really as it's pretty naf.

We decided, what with the lockup not able to be locked up and the Frid being insecure, to take it back with us. It became apparent that the would-be thieves had fidled with the ignition too as the key wouldn't go in. After a lot of persuation we got it in and the old girl fired up.

It could've been worse, they could have smashed the front screen which is irreplaceable. At least the sliding window is flat and can get cut.

On a lighter note it seemed a fox cub had set up camp in the lockup and was watching us empty it of our valued parts from behind one of the old seats propped up against the wall. The poor thing was petrified!