A Grand Tour:  Bath to Mdina in a Classic Aston Martin

(This article was written and submitted by Roy Bertuello)

An Epic Journey to Malta’s Prestigious ‘Style and Elegance’ Concours d’Eleganc

Piloting a 1959 Aston Martin DB Mk III Across Europe

For classic motoring enthusiasts, few adventures rival the thrill of a cross-continental road trip behind the wheel of a true automotive legend. This past October, I single-handedly embarked on an unforgettable journey, steering my cherished 1959 Aston Martin DB Mk III from the historic streets of Bath, all the way to the silent city of Mdina, in Malta. The event? The Style and Elegance Concours at the prestigious Villa Bologna in Attard, a gathering graced by over 50 of Malta’s most exquisite classic cars—a veritable festival of chrome, poise, and heritage, all set off by their owners being appropriately attired in their period outfits.

Setting Off: Bath to Portsmouth

After weeks of preparation, double-checking every detail and ensuring the DB Mk III was in immaculate running order, I first set off towards Hook to visit Tom and Jamie of Unrivalled Coach Trimmers who had remodelled the sun visors and kindly agreed to ‘refresh’ the interior that they had so skilfully made some six years previously – the car certainly looked it’s best and was photographed for their library. So, the first leg between Bath and Portsmouth had begun and I’m pleased to say was a gentle introduction, winding past patchwork fields and under the golden trees of an English autumn. The anticipation grew with every mile as I approached the ferry terminal, ready to sail overnight leaving behind familiar shores and to chase the horizon southwards.

 

 

   Crossing the Channel: Portsmouth to Caen

 

The ferry from Portsmouth to Caen offered a calm interlude, with enthusiasts gathering around the Aston Martin on the car deck, sparking conversations about its history and the adventure ahead. In my cabin, it gave me time to savour the anticipation and enjoy a good night’s sleep before watching the soft light of morning play across the Channel as we arrived in France. It suddenly occurred to me as the ferry slipped into Caen, the real journey had just begun in earnest. Mirrors adjusted… headlamps deflected… tank brimming… I set off.

Endurance and Beauty: Caen to Lyon

From Caen, I set out on an exhausting 450-mile push south and east to Lyon—one of the most testing stretches of the trip. The French countryside unfurled outside the window in a tapestry of autumn colours, but the sheer length of the drive demanded focus and resilience. By the time I reached Lyon, fatigue was palpable, but so too was the satisfaction of having conquered the first significant leg of the continental crossing.

 

 

Alpine Majesty and Italian Chaos: Lyon to Genoa

The next morning, the road beckoned once more—this time, a 250-mile passage over and through the Alps to Genoa. The scenery was nothing short of breathtaking: snow-dusted peaks soared above winding passes, mirrored lakes glistened below, and the Aston Martin devoured every twist and turn with grace. Each mile offered a postcard-perfect view, a serenade to the joys of grand touring.

Yet, the serenity of the Alps eventually gave way to the frenetic energy of Genoa. As I descended into the city, the calm dissolved amidst the chaos of Italian traffic. Genoa’s streets teemed with life—and its drivers, unyielding and assertive, seemed to view every gap as an invitation and every classic car as a challenge. There was no quarter given; I had to hold my nerve as the DB Mk III navigated the labyrinthine streets, defending every inch from locals who appeared to treat every manoeuvre as a contest for advantage!

     

Crossing to Sicily: Genoa to Palermo by Ferry

After the intensity of Genoa, I was grateful to board the 22-hour ferry ride to Palermo. After securing the Aston on the car deck with chocks and straps, I walked the upper decks beneath a tapestry of Mediterranean stars, and I reflected on the contrasts of the day: from silent mountain passes to the exuberant streets of an Italian port city. Time passed slowly as dawn broke on the ferry, but conversation was keen as I seem to be handed around the passengers, all interested in my story and all wishing me a safe and speedy trip. As darkness once again cloaked the giant steel structure that had transported us safely over the Tyrrhenian Sea past Corsica and Sardinia, we eventually could see the emerging Sicilian coast… I steeled myself for what would become a night of unexpected adventure.

 

Sicilian Night-Time Odyssey: Palermo to Pozzallo

Arriving in Palermo late at night, the city greeted me with its endless energy and restless streets—finding a hotel seemed futile amidst the nocturnal bustle. Inspired by the moment, I decided to embrace the night and seek out Sicily’s ancient wonders. Navigating away from Palermo’s throng, I headed south for a spot of nocturnal tourism at the legendary Temple of Hercules in Agrigento, where the silence of distant centuries offered a stark contrast to the frenetic city I’d just left.

The journey continued, tracing the coast to Gela under star-lit skies, then climbing the switchbacks to the hill towns of Comiso and Modica. Both towns revealed their timeless beauty in the quiet hours—empty piazzas, softly lit baroque facades, and a tranquillity rarely found during the day. When roads are free from traffic and crowds, the ancient stones seem to whisper their stories just for me.

My arrival in Pozzallo was perfectly timed for the final ferry to Valletta in Malta—a calm haven after a night of driving through Sicily’s history and heart.

    

The Final Stretch: Malta Beckons

The Maltese coast rose into view as the sun climbed above the horizon, promising the culmination of the grand adventure. Upon arrival, we sailed past our old apartment still gazing out across the Grand Harbour and safely onwards to Kirkop where I was warmly welcomed by my Maltese cousins. The next couple of days were devoted to meticulous preparation—removing every trace of the 1,200-mile journey and ensuring the Aston Martin gleamed in readiness for the concours judges. With perfect timing and no unexpected delays, I felt a deep sense of gratitude for the journey’s smooth passage.

Style and Elegance at Villa Bologna: A Triumph Beyond Expectation

Villa Bologna in Attard was a fitting destination—lush gardens and stately facades framing the Style and Elegance Concours. Over 50 exceptional classics assembled on the lawns, a dazzling display of elegance and history. The Aston Martin settled into this rarefied company, its lines and legacy admired by entrants and spectators alike.

Having half-joked beforehand with the organisers about the need for a prize for the car that had travelled the furthest, I was stunned when the awards ceremony began with a surprise announcement: I was presented with a beautifully inscribed Mdina glass tray recognising my epic journey. What had started as a ‘tongue in cheek’ suggestion became a cherished memento—and I was delighted that, at the very least, I would be going home with a story and a special keepsake.

But the surprises didn’t end there. The judges, after their meticulous assessment of detail and history among the assembled masterpieces, stunned me again: the Aston Martin was declared ‘Best in Class’ for Post-war exhibits, earning another magnificent Mdina glass trophy and the enthusiastic applause of the gathered exhibitors and crowds—including friends and family who had come to witness Malta’s finest automotive showcase.

Then came the final and most humbling honour. Each exhibitor had voted for their ‘Car of the Show’, and with the votes counted by officials, I was called to the stage once more—recipient of a third trophy, this one signifying the recognition of my peers. Their generosity of spirit and warmth left me deeply moved and grateful. My clean sweep of three awards was an unforgettable celebration of the journey, the car, and the companionship of fellow enthusiasts.

   

    

Pride of Place at the Mdina Grand Prix

Following what can only be described as one of the most pleasurable days I can remember spending time with the car, the main public event of the Malta Classic festival was the two-day Grand Prix. Having attended this event so many times in the past as a visitor and a guest, I had never dreamt that one day I would be driving the course. But as a special honour, I was to be invited to show the car and to join the parade laps, and was delighted to include some of the organisers, judges and friends in the car, as we slowly picked our way around the perilously narrow stone walled corners and strategically hanged back a little so we could enjoy the thrill of the roaring six cylinders as we sped along the straights to the inevitable chicanes that would bring us to heal! Truly two days never to be forgotten!

Prepping for the Return: Maltese Hospitality and Mechanical TLC

Before beginning the long journey home, I was fortunate to have the unwavering support of my great friend—serial Maltese concours winner, Anthony Camillari. Anthony graciously cleared one of his many garages, making space for the Aston on his lift. Together, we gave the car a thorough service, including an essential oil change and addressing a persistent fuel leak that had, at times, filled the cabin with petrol fumes. With a newly crafted gasket fitted and Anthony’s best wishes ringing in my ears, the Aston was once again ready to face the continent.

As I prepared for the return trip, my mind was on home—not least because my wife, Gina, had organised a grand garden party to coincide with the local firework display on the day of my return, and her birthday was also just around the corner. Every mile was filled with anticipation, hoping for an uneventful journey back. I’m pleased to recount that the only maintenance required en route was a quick clearing of a windscreen washer jet, a small task made fussier by the damp, misty weather. Otherwise, the Aston performed flawlessly, ensuring I made it home in time to celebrate Gina’s special occasions in style.

Reflections and Return

Each of the five-day journeys—outward and return—offered not just landscapes and roads, but stories and memories that will last a lifetime. The event at Villa Bologna was unforgettable, but so too was the odyssey itself: a modern echo of the grand tours once made by connoisseurs and adventurers. Rather than simply retracing my route home, I relished an alternative route that included escaping Genoa by driving a couple of hours in very wet and dark conditions up to a small town called Alpignano. I was a little surprised to find snow and sleet after having enjoyed all the sunshine in Malta just a couple of days before! After a good night’s sleep there, the task was to drive around 600 km to Auxerre via the 12km long Fréjus tunnel. The journey through the mountains was a treat, as I was thrilled to see the striking snowcapped peaks and the beautiful valleys with their ice-cold rivers carving through the landscape.

Arriving at the penultimate hotel and being so close to the last drive in France back to Caen, there was still time for one last mini adventure… I got off the well beaten track in search of Le Bec-Hellouin, as I heard that it was truly a beautifully peaceful place with a stunning Abbey and impressive working monastery… somewhere I could unwind and relax after what has been a frantic few weeks, and gather my thoughts before the short hop back over the Channel, and back on to the left hand side of the road! I was pleased and relieved that car had performed so well… after all, I had challenged it to cope with massive climbs, and to keep me safe as I made endless overtaking manoeuvres whilst navigating on unfamiliar roads, and it had performed flawlessly - not bad for a 66-year-old car!

My mind was full of all the wonderful people and places that I had met and visited, and how I had enjoyed both the tranquil and the torrid, the scenic and the spirited, and the camaraderie that defined the very soul of classic car culture. But now I was eagerly looking forward to the familiarity of home, and the warm embrace from Gina that I had missed so much…

Tips for Your Own Epic Road Trip

• Plan your route carefully and embrace opportunities for spontaneous detours.
• Book ferries and accommodation in advance, especially when travelling with a classic car.
• Carry essential spares and tools for your vehicle.
• Embrace the journey—each mile is a story worth telling.
• Take plenty of photographs to capture the memories!

Whether you’re a seasoned classic car lover or simply yearning for adventure, there’s nothing quite like driving across Europe in a classic Aston Martin.

Until the next concours, may every road invite you onward and every horizon beckon you further.

We drove this route after a long weekend with the SW Owners Group in September.

We could have taken the faster A487 via Porthmadog but we had time to spare and wanted a more scenic drive. We were heading for Bristol but you could use parts of it to reach a different destination:

Take the A4085 out of Caernarfon heading for Beddgelert.  The first few miles of road will take you through the suburbs of town but after a few miles you will soon be in the foothills of Snowdonia National Park passing through open countryside and forested stretches.

At Beddgelert take the right turn over the bridge and follow the A498 alongside the river for roughly 1.5 miles. Then look out for a left turn over a small bridge signed Dolgellau 28 miles to go back onto the A4085. Another twisting forest road.

After 4 miles take the B4410 on the left signed Rhyd.  At the T-junction by the Oakley Arms turn left onto the A487 towards Dolgellau.  Continue on the road which eventually becomes the A470. 

Follow the A470 for 32 miles taking the 1st exit at the roundabout towards Llanguring to stay on the A470 for another 5.5 miles.

At the Winnstay Arms turn right onto the B4518 signed Llan/Staylittle.  Look out for a viewing point around 10 miles along on the right of the road.  This is a good spot for a photo and there is a small picnic site if you want a break.

Continue on this road to Llanidloes a small market town with cafes if you want to take a break.

Follow the signs for Dolgellau (A470) passing the Texaco garage on the left. Continue to the junction of the A470 and turn right towards Llangurig.

Follow the A470 to Buith Wells for 28 miles.  Then follow A470 towards Abergavenny at Llyswen the road becomes the A479.  Continue on A479 to T-Junction turn left onto A40 towards Abergavenny.

Continue on A40 towards Raglan, join A449 towards Newport.

Exit A449 towards Usk A472 and almost as soon as you join the A472 take the right turn onto the B4235 signed Chepstow. 

This is a lovely sweeping road that will take you into Chepstow to follow the signs to Bristol over the old Severn Bridge.

A group of Southwest subscribers were welcomed by Lord Henry Digby to his Dorset home, Minterne House in June 2024... and his welcome could not have been warmer.

After parking outside for the obligatory group photo, Henry regaled us with tales of his ancestors, most notably Captain, later Admiral, Sir Henry Digby (1770-1842) who commanded HMS Africa at the Battle of Trafalgar. That was just part of his glittering naval career.

A prize exhibit, seen some years ago on the BBC's 'Antiques Roadshow', is a book that was 'shivered' by a canon ball at the battle in 1805. It wears its damage with pride, that also helps to legitimise its rather bawdy - in its day - subject matter!

Photo: Barbara King

Our host's, great grandfather rebuilt the house at the beginning of the 20th century, enabling it to be described as a 'new build', at least in stately home terms! The rebuild came with modern advantages such as large windows and the architect provisioning space to fit central heating.

Henry then hosted our lunch in the gorgeous (and light) dining room, where he added to our learning by explaining the background to the fabulous tapestries. Unlike many contemporary pieces in other stately homes, they have survived in brilliant condition.

Photo: Anthony Vaughan-Read

We ended our visit with a tour of the gardens, resplendent in late spring blooms in the wooded valley that descends from the house. Its design was influenced by Lancelot 'Capability' Brown, the details of how was another of Henry's anecdotes.

Thank you to everyone who attended to support this event and to Amalia Richardson who made the introduction that resulted in our visit.

Bonnes Routes Gite is a fantastic holiday home in the North Dordogne owned by 'petrolheads' Stephen & Stephanie.  They have thought of everything you may need for a good touring holiday including detailed routes of the area and even a choice of car cleaning materials should you feel the need for a quick polish!  With their kind permission this is a link to one of their own drives they took to Monaco.

https://www.bonnesroutes.fr/news/2022512/1232-miles-of-french-heaven?fbclid=IwAR0OHM3-ThkU2gK_ZV5svmsJrW42oJ8N2NAXrTMFXZtaveNjvp8wEeFV7kY

We left Brixworth behind on Saturday 29th July and headed for Gwenfor Bach in Treletert North Pembrokeshire, a 1-bedroom airbnb bungalow hosted by Kim, which was fully furnished with plenty of food for breakfast.

Our route took us along the M50 past Ross-on-Wye, along the A40, Abergaveny, Llandovery and Camarthan.  We stopped at Dinefwr castle (NT), which overlooks the River Towy, near the town of Llandielo.   (250 miles.)

It was raining as we waited the next morning for the Stena Europa ferry from Fishguard at 2pm although the crossing was smooth and we arrived in Rosslare at 5.30pm.  Our next stop was Cosy Cottage, Denistown near Waterford county Wexford, a 2-bedroom airbnb this time hosted by Angela who was on hand when we arrived to welcome us and gave us an insight into the history of the cottage.   (37 miles.)

On Monday (day 3) we set off for the Hook Head Lighthouse, which is the oldest working lighthouse in the world.  

We took the Ballyhack ferry across the river Barrow and onto our next stop for 2 nights in Blarney, which was a 1-bedroom airbnb cottage called Humblebee.  We visited Blarney Castle, which used the old tram station to form the entrance and car park, but we passed on kissing the blarney stone as Gill said I talk too much already!!  (131 miles.)

Tuesday (day 4) we did a round trip to Kinsale at the start of the Wild Atlantic Way, where we headed off for the Dromberg megalithic stone circle at Rosscarberry.  

 

On our return to Blarney via Clonakilty, a multi-award winning cosmopolitan and friendly seaside town at the heart of West Cork, we stopped for lunch at De Barras Folk Club, which has a live music venue in the evenings.  We drove through Timoleague and down to the Old Head of Kinsale signal tower, which is the closest point (11.5 miles) to the site of the Lusitania, which was sunk by a German U-boat on 7th May 1915.   (133 miles).

Wednesday (day 5) was the drive down the Mizen Peninsular via Skibbereen and Schull, and a scary walk over the windswept footbridge to the Mizen Head signal station, which is the most south-westerly point in Ireland.   

We continued along the R591 past Three Castle Head and up to the start of the Sheep’s Head peninsula with a nice walk to the viewing point.  We took the L4704 to Bantry and on to our next stop for 4 days at Pear Tree House, Kilgarvan, a secluded 1-bedroom airbnb cottage called Shandrum Garden Annex with lovely views.  (188 miles.)

Thursday (day 6) we set off to drive the ring of Beara starting at Glengarriff, down to Castletownbere and then onto Ballaghboy where there is the only cable car in Ireland which takes you over to the Dursey island, and which looks more like a garden shed with cables going through it.

  

  

The photographs show there was very little traffic on these excellent surfaced roads.

The R571 took us to Kenmare and then onto the R569 and back to our cottage. (121 miles.)

Friday (day 7) we drove via Kenmare and the N70 to Parknasilla for a coffee stop at the Parknasilla Resort.  

This is part of the Ring of Kerry and we spent the next couple of days driving various parts of it. The first drive was via Sneem and the Kerry Cliffs, which offer stunning views across the Atlantic with birds clinging to exposed ledges and waves crashing on the rocks below.  We returned along the N70 and turned right just past Glenbeigh onto a little road by the side of lake Caragh and onto a road that took us over MacGillycuddy’s Reeks through Ballaghbeama Gap.   The mountains peak at over 1000 metres and the road is narrow and winding but nevertheless a good surface.  We made our way on the N71 through Molls Gap and back to our cottage, stopping off at the Kilgarvan Motor Museum, which has an interesting mixture of old vehicles.  (78 miles.)

Saturday (day 8) we retraced our steps through Molls Gap and followed the N71 to Ladies View a stunning scenic viewpoint of mountains and lakes.  The name stems from the admiration of the view given by Queen Victoria's ladies-in-waiting during their 1861 visit.  

 

We continued on to the very popular Muckross House and Gardens, but lunch was taken at the equally lovely Muckross House Hotel before the return to our cottage (77 miles.)

Sunday (day 9) we headed off to our next home for 1 night, which was in Listowel overlooking the Feale valley (i3014). We took the N71 at Kenmare once again and onto the N72 to Killorglin and onto the R561 at Castlemaine.  This road takes you down by the side of the Slieve Mish Mountains and onto Inch Beach.  Having dipped our toes in the water,

we continued down the Dingle peninsular and further down to Slea Head.  Continuing round the R559 we passed Kruger’s Bar, Irelands most westerly pub, which was buzzin’,

and then onto the R549 which lead back to Dingle where we took the Conor Pass (R560) with stunning views and then the N86 to Tralee.  The N69 took us to our 2-bedroom airbnb bungalow in Listowel.  (210 miles.)

Monday (Day 10) we used the R523 and R521 the next morning to Foynes where there is a Flying boat museum, which unfortunately wasn’t open.  

Taking the N69 to Tarbert is a continuation of the route and is very industrial and not very scenic but the ferry across the Shannon River took us to Kilimer, onto Kilrush and then down the L2016 to Carrigaholt where there is a lovely beach.  The R487 then took us to the Loop Head Lighthouse where we enjoyed a picnic in the sunshine and an after lunch stroll to the headland, more dramatic and vertical rocks with birds clinging to the ledges.

 

We retraced our steps and took the L2009 to the dramatic Kilkee Cliffs, 

 which are more spectacular, in our opinion, than the Cliffs of Moher, then on the N69 to Doonbeg.  

Our next accommodation was at the Atlantic View Hotel at Doolin overlooking the Cliffs of Moher.  The hotel, B&B only, has 8 en-suite rooms and ours had a good view of the cliffs till sun down.  It was only a short distance to the popular boat trips that take you out to the cliffs and also to the Aran Islands at the mouth of Galway Bay.   (136 miles.)

Tuesday (day 11) we drove up the R477and onto the N67 around Galway Bay, through Galway and onto the R363 to Cashel House Gardens, which were over grown and the hotel could not even provide us with a cup of tea.  The luxury hotel Ballynahinch Castle via the R342 was, by contrast, very welcoming with wonderful gardens, easy parking and a well stocked garden café.

We continued our journey on the N59 back to Maam Cross, onto the R336 and then an unnamed road to our stop for the next 3 nights at The Artists Cottage, Connemara, which was a large 2-bedroom character cottage with 2 bathrooms and 2 receptions.  (113 miles.)

Wednesday (day 12) we had our first rest day and a short drive to Ashford Castle in Cong for afternoon tea in the Connaught room.  Fine views along the lochs and excellent parking outside the castle hotel (39 miles.)

 

Thursday (day 13) we headed for Leenane and onto the Aasleagh Falls, which are not very high but provide a nice riverside walk to view the falls.  

 We then drove back along the N59 to Kylemore Abbey, which is an amazing place and well worth a visit.  

 

We would have spent time looking around the gardens but unfortunately it started raining very hard just as we came out so decided to leave that for next time and set off back to our cottage.  (81miles.)

This was where we left The Wild Atlantic Way as we had run out of time on this occasion, but we hope to be back to drive the Northern half before too long.

£1491 Accommodation (= average £115/night).

Friday (day 14) we drove to Belfast and stayed with friends for the weekend.   (238 miles.)

Monday (day 17) took the ferry from Belfast to Cairnryan on Stena Superfast VIII.  We paid a little extra and had one of the 6 suites, which was as well appointed as a club class cabin on Queen Victoria! with wardrobe space for weeks of trips.  We then drove the short distance to The Castle Hotel in Stranraer where we had a lovely view up Loch Ryan and a nice sunset.  (34 miles.)

Tuesday (day 18) A drive along the A75 to Gretna Green for lunch, a stride along the M6 to Pooley Bridge and onto the A66 to stay with friends for a few days in Thirsk.  (206 miles.) 

Thursday (day 20) onto home in Brixworth to start planning the next trip.  (168 miles.)

2230 miles in total

108.5 gallons of E10 fuel (E5 not available in Ireland since July 2023) = 20.55 miles/gallon

Average price £1.56/litre, £7/gallon.  

Total cost:

£760 of fuel

£1491 accommodation.

Food: Apart from a couple of meals out and afternoon tea at Ashford Castle (£59 each) food was similar price to home, as we were self-catering.

£2500

A long time ago in a time before Covid, 23 Aston Drivers planned a road trip to the Monza Grand Prix of 2020. 3 Years later that trip finally happened in 2022. Somewhere in the middle of all that we created a new club for likeminded Aston enthusiasts.

The numbers dwindled a little bit in between due to plans that other drivers already had in place. But we assembled 7 Cars and 12 people to drive round Europe and finishing at the F1 Monza race.

Plans changed slightly over the years as we added in more days to enjoy more of the alpine passes and a rest day at Lake Como.

The original planned was always to gather at the old Reims Grand Prix track at Gueux in France and explore the old buildings before traveling to Taittinger to who were hosting use for a tour of the Caves and taste their Champagne.

Taittinger was a great experience and their tour rep was very knowledgeable. We were treated to tales of the locals seeking refuge in the cellars during WW1 and then the Taittinger family feeling the wrath of the Nazi's in WW2 for selling them some sub standard Champagne against their will... The tour was very atmospheric and enhanced by the sub terrain engravings and wall art.

 

The wine champagne tasting needed to be put under some control as we were due to drive to Beaune for our overnight stop. So we restricted ourselves to 1/2 glasses for the second and third bottles that were availed to us.

We set off for the long drive to Beaune were we had a meal booked in the local Le Monge restaurant. This was just a short walk into the centre of town from our local hotel. Where we all managed to secure our cars in a very tight but secure underground car park. We all gathered at the local supermarket to refuel before joining the Autoroute when we realised one of our group was geographically challenged when leaving the hotel and had somehow managed to turn left instead of right. But we had all agreed 2 more RV points on our way to the Swiss border and the high alps.

Have you ever parked your car in the empty corner of the car park and returned to find it surrounded? Well we all know our Aston's are attractive but somehow we managed to attract 2 interlopers at the swiss border while waiting for our geographically challenged peer. Despite parking clear of any other cars 2 slipped into our little huddle...

The Alps followed, despite forecasted bad weather we seemed to be getting weather much better than we had reason to expect. This continued into the Alps.

We headed towards Andermatt via the Grimsel and then the Furka passes.

We stopped for a quick catch of our breaths at the Rhone Glacier where we bumped into some fellow Aston drivers and a rumour that AML were in the area photographing the new DBS Volante F1 Edition. We soon stumbled into them a few miles up the road. Along with a 707 DBX escort vehicle.

We of course had the obligatory stop at James Bond Strasse. Where some enjoyed the experience of re-enacting a certain pose.

Onto Andermatt and a deserved rest stop before we spent the next day re-tracing our steps around the Furka and Grimsel and following on to the Susten pass as a clockwise loop back to Andermatt. 

 

We had a booking on the Gelmebahn Funicular but we recived the news overnight that the railway with a 107% steep climb to the top of the mountains was closed to do a small rockfall that day. So we swapped our plans around a little a spent extra time exploring the Rhone Glacier and the internal tunnels that you can explore for a small fee.

 

 

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We called into the Gelmerbahn to collect our refunds and marvelled at the steepness of the track and the brave amongst us took a walk across the steel rope bridge. Actually scarier than it looks. The views down to the waterfalls were great. But the amount of movement in the bridge was not to be disrespected.

We then took a light lunch in Innertkirchen before heading off to the Susten pass. This was another real delight and felt very different to the other two passes and was much faster and more flowing for much of its length.

A little bit of climbing offered the chance for a great picture.

The evening came and we all headed into Andermatt to enjoy a typical Swiss meal of Cheese Fondue at the well respected Ochsen restaurant. To say it was a funny night would be an understatement as we battled to get our heads round sharing the fondue pots. When some realised the fantastic taste of the burnt cheese at the bottom of the pot I thought we might have a wresting match on between drivers.

Morning soon came and the drive to Como. But we still had mountain passes to explore. We had decided to drive down the St Gotthard and then back up again via the old Tremola Road. Before visiting the Sasso San Gottardo Museum. The old cobbled road was in great condition for most of its route. But I have no idea why a cyclist might find it fun.

I don't think anyone knew quite what to expect inside the museum as it was dual purpose. Part of it was telling the history of the mountain and the rest of it was telling the story of how the Swiss Army used it to mount Howitzers aimed into the valleys below to prevent an invasion force reaching the top of the pass.

The size of the Crystals they recovered during its construction were amazing. The interior varied from dark and damp to warm and dry inside the accommodation areas. A steep rail lift took you to the machine gun positions and the Howitzers.

The museum was well worth a visit as it is quite unique.

We then headed down to mountains and towards our Hotel at Lake Como. We hit some terrible traffic around Lugano. Some headed off the motorway and trusted their Sat Navs. Others toughed it out on the motorway. We ended up at the lovely Hotel Villa Belvedere within 20 mins of first to last arrival.

The hotel was right on the water and offered the most amazing views out. We all headed into the village for an evening meal while 2 drivers headed to the airport to pick up partners.

Saturday was a rest day and most people took boat trips to Bellagio and some well earned rest and tourist shopping. One couple hopped the waterbus and train to Monza to watch qualifying.

 

Some of us spotted the Villa Del Balbianello used as a convalescent clinic in Casino Royale on our travels.

Race day soon came and we had transport organised to drop us off and collect from the circuit. Needless to say we were dropped off somewhere near and picked up again somewhere else entirely. But great communication with drivers made it less stressful on the day than anticipated.

Queues getting in and the quite ridiculous system of buying food and drink tokens before you then queued up again for food and drink did put a little bit of a spoiler on the day. The race was all lined up for a frenetic finish before a slow bunch of marshall's ensured the race finished behind the safety car. Max seemed happy about that on this occasion though.

Sunday night marked our final meal together and everyone saying goodbye before setting off in different directions. Some heading home quickly, some slowly, some squeezing in a few days in Monaco and Nice before heading home.

All in all we all had an amazing time and have definitely made new and lifelong friends. 23 cars might just have been too much to handle. 7 Cars was a great group and great atmosphere at all times..

Thanks to everyone that made this possible. For myself and Pam this was a trip of a lifetime.

Regards 

Steve & Pam

After leaving Como we all headed our separate ways. We headed north towards the Stelvio on Monza +1 .

Quite a long drive from Como, the route along the lake looks amazing but is quite tedious to drive. Narrow and traffic filled. Once north of Lake Como traffic drifted away and we started to make good progress. We took the opportunity to give the car a bit of a wash and we arrived into the mountains and started to really enjoy the drive. 

Reminding us of the dangers of over driving these roads, we soon came across these two wreckers. A Porsche on one and a UK new gen Vantage on the other. 

Just before we reached the summit you get great opportunities for some photos. We also came across a group of German Lotus owners and had a good chat. How lovely they get to access these roads so easily?

2.75 times the altitude of Snowdon. Car was faultless and was really enjoyable. Not feeling heavy or ponderous. The good tarmac and wide roads helping. 

These roads often attract commercial photographers who picture every car and bike that goes up and down the mountain. You look up the location, time and date when you get home and buy the picture if you like it. 

This one is mine. Cost about €15 to buy. 

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The car is parked here just below the summit café. Showing the roads going down towards Austria. 

There is the opportunity to take a funicular to the higher café but the cost was quite ridiculous. 

We stopped overnight at a Ski Hotel near to the bottom of all the hairpins. About a 15 minute drive from the summit. Several other drivers cars were present at the hotel. Quite a few bikers and nutter cyclists also present. 

Our destination on Monza +2 was Berchtesgaden via the Grossglockner pass. Another very long drive as including the "High Alpine Road" means a bit of a detour. But when would we next be in the region? We had to include it. 

I wasn't expecting the Toll on the Italian side. No wonder the bikers where nowhere to be seen till after this toll. They ride over from Austria/Germany and summit, ride down and do a U turn at the Café just past this toll booth...  

Summit on the Italian side, just before the short tunnel. Their is a café here and gift shop. Immediately after the tunnel there is another Café & shop. But its a little bigger. The Austrian side is probably the better stop. This is a great road, well worth including on any trip. But very hard to get great photos as few places to stop and nowhere that gives you the bends as a back drop.  

 This is the second café stop. Only about 1/2 mile apart. 

Tunnel entrance to the Eagles Nest.

The Golden Elevator. You can imagine the names of some of those who frequented this place in the 30's and 40's era. 

Views from the top.

Believe it or not, it only had one fireplace and no sleeping rooms. The man himself kept a house in the Garrison grounds at the foot of the slopes. 

Berchtesgaden itself was lovely and a nice place to spend a day or two. Decent restaurants and bars in town. 

Monza +3  & 4 meant heading to Baden Baden. But many will know I had a funny noise in the car by this point that would later be diagnosed as a dodgy rear wheel bearing. I was also starting to get low on tyre tread despite having 5mm on the rears when leaving Cheshire. The Swiss Alps had taken their toll. When planning one of these trips, take notice of tyres and if needed plan in the tyre change on route. I hoped Munich would yield tyres. 

We swung into Munich and headed to the AM dealership. Dirk Pannier was amazing. His team took a good look at the car, despite the noise being very loud by now and concerning me quite a lot his team was unable to detect any play in the wheel bearing. Their opinion was tyres, they were worn badly by now. But still had tread. They searched everywhere for tyres. Even the Pirelli centre didn't have any. One of the issues was Vanquish have a bit of an odd size. But as it was September they all mostly had Winter Tyre stock only. 

The drive to Baden Baden was a long motorway slog, made terrible by rain and a 4 hour traffic jam. We arrived so late we had supper in a fuel station in town. At least they made the food fresh, much better than a UK affair. 

Morning brought more rain. Torrential rain. So a beautiful coffee shop came to the rescue until the rains stopped. Then we did a little shopping in the excellent centre district. Then the afternoon was int the Spa, we came out to pure sunshine. 

To our delight the Town fair was also on that evening and we were treated to local street artists, street food and lots of music. 

We had a lunchtime RV with the legendary Paul Bollinger, fellow Aston Martin enthusiast at Ramstein Airbase. It had been a long time since I'd been to a PX. They used to be the cheapest shop in the world when I was serving in Germany in the 80's & 90's but sadly exchange rates have killed all that. 

Monza +5  & 6 was our final stop at Bruges.  Land of chocolate, medieval city and beautiful buildings. A sort of mini Venice with all its canals. A great place to spend a couple of days unwinding, enjoying the local food and wine. 

The final run home was nearly 500 miles. I was worried about the tyres and the bearing is getting noisier still.

The trip computer says it all really. 

The tyres were probably not legal by the time we got home. But the car was brilliant. The wheel bearing was replaced as part of winter maintenance.

I'm already planning the next big trip. But I fear it will not be until 2025 as I have far too many things in the diary for 2024 already. 

Next time round where will it be? Pyrenees, Iberia and France I feel deserves our attentions. 

This section of road was part of a longer trip from Leon to our evening hotel at Las Mestas but really only becomes interesting for 12 miles after leaving La Alberca.

La Alberca is a picturesque village with National Historic Monument Status with many half timbered buildings, so could make a good place for a break.  Though parking seemed at a premium when we passed through. 

Leave La Alberca heading South on the SA-201 towards Las Mestas

The first section of the road climbs up through tree lined gently sweeping roads to a viewing spot at Mirador del Portillo the highest point.

From there it gets really fun as the road descends steeply with numerous switch backs (we have no power steering so required full lock on some bends).

After about 10 miles the road becomes the CC-167 as it enters a different district.  

Carry on to the T-junction and take the CC-166 left towards Salamanca.

Shortly after the junction you will see a yellow sign directing you left to the Hospederia Hurdes Reales. Our home for the night with great views and safe undercover parking.  

Or simply carry on along the CC-166 through more sweeping valley roads before joining the EX204 at the T-junction.  From here you can turn left towards Salamanca or in our case right towards Coria.  

This is a route that we enjoyed during a weekend driving holiday in Mid Wales. It ends at the Brigands Inn which was used as our base for the weekend. There is ample safe parking here and it provides the start to many good driving roads in the area.  We started from Denbigh but of course you could join it anywhere along the route. 

• Take the A543 out of Denbigh towards Bylchau
• At Bylchau follow the road around and turn left Signposted Llyn Brening and Cerrigydrudion onto the B4501, you will pass Llyn Brening on your left carry on through Pont Yr Alwen.    Caution, this part of the route is littered with speed cameras on tall poles.  Follow this road to the A5. 
• As you meet the A5 at the small village of Cerrigydrudion turn right and stay on the A5 for approx 6 miles to Pentrefoelas.  This road is perhaps better known for accessing the Evo Triangle but if you have tired of that route carry on along the road.
• Just through Pentrefoelas  turn left onto the B4407 sign posted  Ysbyty Ifan, pass through this village and about 9.5 miles after you have left the A5 turn left onto the B4391 towards Bala.
• Proceed to the end of this road and turn left onto the A4212.  Caution, this road has many deeply recessed drain hole covers, do not drive near to the kerb. 
• You will pass a lake on your right Llyn Celyn.  Proceed further down this road to Bala where you turn right through the town and continue along the A494 (Lake Bala will be on your left).
• Continue along the A494 passing through Rhydymain . You then have a choice:
• Carry  on to the roundabout at the end of the A494, from here you can continue on the A470 towards Machynlleth and to the Brigands Inn at the junction of the A470 & A458

OR

• If you have anything but the widest lowest of cars (there is a narrow bridge along the route) you can look for a left turn just before Bont Newyd signed B4416 towards Brithdir. This is a pleasant road through woodland that cuts off a large corner and rejoins the A470 further along where you turn left to eventually arrive at Mallywyd where you will find the Brigands Inn on the roundabout.