Some of the most amazing roads I’ve driven are in this country.
The A697 always makes me smile. I can pootle along it taking in the beautiful views of the cheviots and borders, or take a different approach and admire its amazing curves, long straights and varied textures. It’s got everything.
Likewise the road from Bonchester Bridge to Newcastleton is seemingly a gift from some road planning deity.
I’ve driven or ridden most of the big alpine passes in the Alps. A lot are incredibly dull (Stelvio, take a seat) – like driving into a series of cul-de-sacs, often behind a bin lorry, a parade of camper vans or worse: Harleys.
There are a few that stand out though. The SS301 from San Carlo to Livigno. It has everything: tight to opening radius hairpins, great width and surface, amazing scenery, fast contour-hugging sections with immense sight lines, avalanche shelters, exposed bits with “oh my god I’d not want to stop here” precipitous drops. Then at the top is Livigno with its great bars, restaurants and the prospect of a stunning ride down to Zernez.
There’s a tiny road that goes from Hoch Speyer to Sankt Martin in Rheinland-Pfalz. It’s the automotive equivalent of Berm Baby Berm at GT. You zip along through the trees as if on Endor. It’s lush, green, beautiful and deserted.
In the days before the “NC500” and it’s parade of “One Life, Live It!” -adorned plastic wobble boxes the A836 from Thurso to Dounreay and beyond was stunning. It’s probably ok at 4am on June 21st now.