OCCASIONALLY someone asks me how much their Land Rover is worth and they squeal with excitement when I tell them. This is usually when it’s a well-used Defender which has a boot full of dried pheasant guts and straw which I tell them would fetch more than they paid for it a decade ago.
This month I’ve been having the opposite effect and it’s resulted in some uncomfortable conversations.
The first was with a friend of my father. She and her late husband were keen caravanners and had
