TopGear’s Range Rover Evoque vs Scotland
Hours of grindingly slow progress follow as we creep our way up to the top of Glen Bruar, via Gleann Diridh. Roger walks in front of the Evoque, but, try as we might, it still gets hung up on big, immovable lumps concealed by the ubiquitous heather. We traverse a stony stream bed comprised entirely of rocks, in which Roger strongly urges me to "Go LEFT of the ROCK!" before I get conclusively stuck on the exact rock he was telling me to avoid. We splash through rivers, up and over hills. The rain sheets in, and then washes away to leave sunshine that smears itself through the horizon leaving low, flat rainbows in its wake. The Evoque keeps on, the undertray ringing like a bell. It's taking a pounding and no mistake.