When asked, people are surprisingly protective of favoured routes: a friend promised to give me the details of one he uses just off junction 16 of the M4, but decided to keep it to himself for fear it would be invaded by C&SC readers.
I do enjoy the B4425 that goes from Cirencester to the A40, about a mile outside Burford.
It opens up nicely the other side of Bibury, that chocolate-box village so beloved of tourists where the locals once berated a fellow resident with a newly purchased bright-yellow Vauxhall Corsa for spoiling the ambience.
When the story hit the press in 2017, somebody decided to organise an annual Bibury rally of yellow cars…
If you happen to be in an orange NSU, be prepared to be accosted by members of the public. It continues to amaze me how many people know what it is, and often have a story to tell about an encounter with one.
Climbing out of Bibury, you accelerate into open countryside so green and bountiful that, on a sunny July afternoon, it’s hard not to have an Elgar moment: perhaps I should have done this in a Jaguar, Bentley or Aston Martin?