Flouch / Penistone
Hazlehead, Crow Edge — engines on at Flouch Engineering country. V8s rumble. The Up! pretends it belongs. Convoy pointed south.
The Grand Pricks
Cotswold Run 2026
Five lads. Four cars. Three days — south via The Hedgehog, the Cotswold loop for Salon Privé, then home through Escapade Silverstone.
The film
Three days cut into one reel — Peak miles, Cotswold stone, Salon Privé, and Escapade Silverstone.
From the glasses
Ray-Ban Meta POV from the run — convoy miles, Cotswold stone, and the bits the aftermovie can't quite catch.
The itinerary
Day one hauls south from Flouch to Broadway. Day two loops Blenheim and The Farmer's Dog. Day three goes home the long way — via Escapade Silverstone.
The full run
Flouch south to Broadway, the Cotswold loop, then home via Silverstone — colour-coded by day.
Day one · the drive south
Flouch / Penistone out, through the Peak on the scenic A515 pull, via The Hedgehog in Lichfield, then into honey-stone Broadway.
Hazlehead, Crow Edge — engines on at Flouch Engineering country. V8s rumble. The Up! pretends it belongs. Convoy pointed south.
The pit stop
Stafford Road, WS13 8JB. 18th-century country pub — gardens, cask ale, beds upstairs. Halfway south. Banter still running.
Honey stone, gravel drives, and three serious motors parked like they own the place — plus one red Up! keeping everyone honest. Day one in the bag.
Day two · the Cotswold loop
Out from Broadway in the blazers, Salon Privé at Blenheim Palace, beer and pizza at The Farmer's Dog near Burford, then home to Broadway.
Blazers on. Sunglasses mandatory. Leave the gravel drive and point the convoy at Woodstock — Salon Privé doesn't wait for hungover Up! drivers.
Salon Privé
OX20 1PS. Hypercars on the lawn, five lads pretending to behave, then posing like they belong in front of their own motors back at base.
Beer + pizza
Asthall Barrow Roundabout, OX18 4HJ. Pints up, pizza down, tractor hanging from the rafters. Mind your head on the way out.
Back to honey stone and the gravel drive. Loop closed. Golden-hour pints still very much on the cards.
Day three · the run home
Broadway out, pit stop at Escapade Silverstone on the circuit, then north to Penistone — convoy unbroken until the last mile.
Honey stone in the mirrors. Bags in boots. One more proper drive before the Up! has to face the M1-adjacent reality of home.
Track day energy
Silverstone Circuit, Towcester NN12 8TN. Escapade stop on the way home — proper racing ground between Cotswold mornings and Yorkshire evenings.
Back where it started. Engines off. Banter still running. The Cotswold Run: complete.
The convoy
Mustang. Challenger. Portofino. And a VW Up! — because somebody had to keep the group chat interesting.
Dark muscle, Peak miles, Cotswold gravel. The American accent that somehow still works in Penistone.
Hood stripes, rear louvers, zero subtlety. If the trip had a soundtrack, this is the bass line.
Manettino on Sport. Rain on the windscreen. Cotswold stone in the mirror. Absolutely unnecessary — and completely necessary.
The legend. The underdog. The car that made the convoy look like a ransom note. Respect.
The Grand Pricks
Once we landed
Broadway was base camp. From there: Salon Privé at Blenheim, beer and pizza at The Farmer's Dog, then Escapade Silverstone on the way home.
01 — Blenheim Palace
Blazers on. Sunglasses mandatory. Five lads pretending to behave among hypercars — then posing like they belong in front of their own.
02 — The Farmer's Dog
Pints up in the Cotswold stone. A tractor hanging from the rafters. Mind your head on the way out — and try not to disturb the locals.
03 — Broadway evenings
Honey stone streets, late sun, and five glasses raised like the Up! just won Le Mans.
04 — Day three
Homeward via the circuit. Escapade at Silverstone — Towcester NN12 8TN — before the final push north to Penistone.
Evidence