THE Land Rover newsletter about a geriatric Land Rover Series III called Dorothy and her stablemates

Go back a couple of decades and I was a bit of an asshat. I’m still an asshat, just less so. It was my first proper trip in my Series 3 Land Rover, Dorothy. We’d been out to South Eastern Poland, in February, for a spot of play in the snow. And snow there was,

Having sat out in the elements for over 20 years has taken its toll on Dorothy. Mostly: rust. The chassis has had it in places. The bulkhead’s… well, there’s more hole than rust or steel. Brake pipes are unserviceable and are being removed and replaced. And a heckuva a lot more. But it’s not all

One of my favourite photos of Dorothy is of her and “Ol’ Blue” (Dick’s 1988 One-ten V8 County) in a Tesco car park, in Gliwice, Poland. It’s February and it’s cold. And if you look carefully, you’ll spot the gaffer tape around the front vents. This isn’t to cover any rust. It’s a futile attempt

The Midlands is not known for it’s masses of greenlanes. They are here. Just not that many. And of the few there are, it seems local council’s are doing their typical thing and slowly TROing them. Or surfacing them, just to strip our fun away. But there’s still a few to be sampled. For example…

I love a bit of night driving. Doesn’t have to be green lanes or some remote mountain somewhere (although, given the opportunity it’d be rude not to) I quite often jump in the motor, of an evening, and go for a mooch around country lanes. Gives me space to think. And the roads are far

Good ol’ Lucky (my D2 Td5). He’s been constantly dishing out little pressie’s since I got him earlier this year. Like the burst brake pipe (getting home with one wheel braking was, uh, exciting) Like Victoria Falls gushing over the dash every time the heavens opened. And also like the weird beam pattern on the

If you’d have asked me what name my Land Rover Series 3 would adopt, I doubt that ‘Dorothy’ would’ve been high on the list. It’s not the sort of name you’d expect for a near-50 year old diesel-chugging Land Rover. But somehow she assumed ‘Dorothy’ and it’s stuck ever since. Aside: she’s actually named after

It’s that one day of the year my postie hates me. I watch them struggling up the drive, sacks of post slung over each shoulder, as I’m chewing on my weetabix and slurping a steaming mug of coffee. It takes a few hours to go through all the love letters dumped through my letterbox. The

As summer’s poking it’s head around the corner, and the temperature’s creeping up, a spot of fair-weather green laning’s on the horizon. It’s not that we don’t like playing in the dirt and mud, it’s just we prefer sunshine, shorts and warm evenings. That said, if you’re anything like us, if it dumps the white

Once the Landy bug bites, you’ll find them popping up in life more often than you might think. You’ll spot them on the roads. “Ooh, nice classic Rangie.” You’ll spot them on TV programs. “Ooh look, Rosemary and Thyme drive a Series 3. Nice.” And you’ll probably find yourself talking about them to anyone who’ll