Neither one thing nor the other. The Discovery was a sort of Tweenie, 19th century maids who assisted both cook and housemaid, a Between-Maid neither aspiring Upstairs nor quite descending all the way Downstairs. Yet on 12 November 1989 it was a Range Rover without the pretensions, which it remains.
It is difficult photographing the motoring dogs. If you get it right with Nelson (above), Wellington (below) disappears into a black morass
