And it used to be soooo much easier.
One remembers one time - early 70s - when based at a secret Hampshire Helicopter Base. Drinking with some chums in the Club, with my gentleman's sports saloon parked in Old Park Lane.
Come closing time of 2300, one chum mentioned that the Mess bar was open until midnight (at least) on a Saturday, was there a chance we could make it.......
Red rag to a bull! Not sure of the distance - difficult to work out now as this was pre-M3 - but we made it with a few minutes to spare! Getting out of London the fates were propitious, I think every traffic light was green!
And you tell that to young folk today.........
Good old Google maps - allows me to me to avoid Motorways on directions. So that was 50 miles via A3 or 45 via A30. I think the latter as I'm sure I recall barrelling along the Hog's Back; that's the A31 now but perhaps was the A30 (or even the A3) then. So maybe Mike Hawthorn's ghost smiled on us too.........