I Had to Sell My Jeep When I Headed for the Big Smoke

Most of my childhood was spent in the country, out in a little village in Dartmoor. I managed to buy my Jeep – a battered second-hand Wrangler – in my early twenties, when I returned to look for gainful employment after spending three years away at University. I tried a lot of different things – anything from working in tourist gift shops to restaurants – before I landed job as a Dartmoor ranger with the National Park Authority. Amongst the Land Rover Defenders, my Wrangler was a bit of an oddity, but they don’t really look so different when they’re liberally covered in mud.