The Morris Z van is local to me but I haven’t seen it recently. Back in the mid sixties I used to get a lift home from a club weekly in one from a husband and wife, however one day the wife (who was having an affair with a much younger lad who I also knew) picked the lads girfriend up from work one lunchtime in the van and battered her to death in the road behind our house. She had asked her teenage son to dig a large trench in their garden “to plant trees” but actually it was to bury the girls body. Luckily her husband came home early and caught her.
Pete.