IMAGINE sitting in an open-topped sports car. Stretching out in front of you are 1,000 yards of single-track, tarmac road: sinuous, uphill and closed to all other traffic. There are no speed limits as you are on a private country estate. The tarmac is yours alone to enjoy. For me that dream became reality. My car was a threelitre Morgan Roadster Lightweight and the place was Shelsley Walsh, a legendary motorsport venue in rural Worcestershire whose first event was held in 1905, meaning it predates the likes of Indianapolis (1909), Monza (1922) and Le Mans (1923). What car would you choose? And where would you like to experience your thrill on a hill?
My need for speed was first satisfied at Shelsley Walsh by taking part in a hillclimb school. The day started in the classroom and ended with multiple runs up the hill, trying to learn the best racing lines and braking points – while having fun. There was no one else on track with me, so I could drive at my own pace. While my Morgan was in full
