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

I want to share some photos today of an encounter we had with the Police in Germany. I’ve previously mentioned the Speedy Gonzalez nature of Dorothy, charging downhill, in Germany, at 83mph. I’ve also mentioned that she didn’t much like it – throwing a tantrum a few miles down the road. And by ‘tantrum’ I
You’ve probably heard me talk about the little gifts that Lucky (my Discovery 2) keeps on sending my way. Little niggles that need sorting out. The list is almost endless. And as a Discovery 2 it’s got some ‘leaking’ issues. I mentioned before about Victoria Falls on the dashboard after every time it belts down

I’ve never pretended to be an expert on old Land Rovers. Or new. I’m just a guy who’s muddling through owning an old Landy. I may have always fixed my own cars, but I don’t always get it right. Most of the time it’s completely harmless. Other times, not so much. Like the time I
I’m used to the noises that Lucky chucks out these days. In days gone by I’d have been thinking “dammit, yet another new noise!” and it’d play on my mind until I went into explorer mode and sniffed it out. These days, there’s so many sounds, knocks, and bumps emanating from Lucky I tune them

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