“Go for a drive,” said the Editor, not that I needed any encouragement to take a tour of the beautiful Cotswolds. It’s late January though, where darkness shrouds the early morning and returns again by the afternoon, the roads are filthy and, depending if there’s snow or ice expected, salty. It might not seem like the most sensible of ideas on paper, but since when has sensible been fun?
I might be a Scotsman, but home’s Stratford-upon-Avon. Colloquially known as Shakespeare’s town, it’s slap bang in the middle of the country and, somewhat usefully for someone who tests cars and calls it work, rather well located for some fine driving roads. Equally useful is the location of the builders of bespoke-spec 911s, 911 Rennsport, situated just 18 miles from home.…