![]() ![]() Although Dad wasn’t entirely delighted and it needed a new axle. Impressive, any car that takes a stone wall like an Irish hunter. I crashed this one as a teen, cruising up the drive listening to Kylie Minogue and wrenching the steering wheel too suddenly, which took a front wheel up and over a stone wall. Dad packed suitcases between the side-facing seats in the back, spread a duvet over the top, and we children – five now, including my step-siblings – were encouraged to lie down and sleep across this lumpy bed like tin soldiers (which worked until we grew into teenagers, started trying to kill one another and had to be placated by Game Boys).Īfter that, another short-wheeler for a long, dusty track in Catalunya that led to a ruin, bought when my parents tired of the dismal weather in Ireland. Next came a bigger, green, long-wheelbase monster, which was most memorably used for journeys between south London and a cottage on the west coast of Ireland. There was a cream-coloured short-wheel version that my siblings and I bounced around in when small, sitting on its bonnet for picnics and point-to-points. I grew up in the back of a Land Rover Defender – almost literally, since my dad, like many dads, was a Defender obsessive.
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