As some of you may be aware, now and again I like fooling around on two wheels of the non-motorised kind. Unfortunately I haven’t yet worked out a satisfactory way of fitting one, let alone two bicycles into the Morgan. Ships and bottles spring to mind.
Anyway, the Peak District and some mountain biking with cousins beckoned, so Mike Duff let me borrow the Evoque. The bikes fitted easily in the back, although as Victoria Beckham didn’t exactly design the Rangie’s interior to be hosed down, I did spread out numerous old blankets and towels to keep muddy tyres off leather.
They say you can’t find a straight line in nature, and the Evoque’s slanting slashes stood out wildly against the soft countryside of the Peaks. When I parked it next to an old 110 Defender outside my cousins’ slightly ramshackle farmhouse, it looked like Sputnik had touched down.
Five-year-old Ben was quite taken with the electric tailgate, although his father grumbled about Cheshire being the other side of the hill. And I know what he means. I like the Evoque a lot, but it’s a Range Rover that doesn’t look at home in the countryside.