This fine summer’s day offers a treat on two levels, maybe even three. First up, an early morning, cross-country run to Bicester Heritage, Oxfordshire, from my Suffolk sticks locale. For the keen driver in me, this is number one. I don’t even mind the endless roundabouts through Milton Keynes, each one an opportunity for apex-clipping fun and sneaking down the inside of dawdlers. Number two? Bicester Heritage itself. Number three? The rather lovely Irish Green 1967 911 S on these pages. We’ll come to this shortly, but considering I’ve just swung through Bicester Heritage’s main gate, I want to take a moment to enjoy being back at this automotive nirvana, somewhere I haven’t visited since before the pandemic.
What a facility. Hardly surprising, given its Royal Air Force wartime roots.…
