The interior is swathed in leather that probably came from cows that were personally massaged by Swedish supermodels, and there are more buttons than the flight deck of a Boeing 747. The 4.4 TDV8 engine produces enough torque to tow the International Space Station, yet it will waft you to the shops with all the serenity of a monk on Valium. It's faster than it has any right to be, more comfortable than your living room sofa, and capable of making light work of terrain that would defeat a mountain goat with crampons. The Vogue SE specification means you get everything. And I mean everything. It's like they took a normal Range Rover and then asked a very wealthy person with impeccable taste to add whatever they fancied. The result is automotive perfection wrapped in British elegance. From a practical standpoint, it's got plenty of space - you could fit a piano in the back, or several medium-sized dogs. The boot is 550 litres with the seats up, which is about the same volume as my garden shed, only considerably more luxurious. What I particularly like is how everything just works properly. The heating works, the air conditioning works, the sat-nav knows where it's going, and the radio can find Radio 4 without any fuss. It's thoroughly competent in the way that only a proper British luxury SUV can be. It also comes with 2 cars, a long MOT, recent service and documented service history.