Years ago, my wife bought me three different ones; a Brands Hatch day, a day doing rally cars, and a four wheel drive course.
Brands Hatch was 4 laps in a “hot” street car, with a tutor, 3 laps in a single seater.
Rally day was tutoring for a bit, and a few laps driving, with a tutor.
Four wheel drive was tutoring, then driving with a tutor, but longer, and the next day, we went on an excursion, to a remote location, and had a picnic
The four wheel drive course was by far and away, the most fun. Very low speed driving, but challenging, and entertaining…
I too would recommend the Porsche experience at Silverstone.
Was invited to do one last year which I thoroughly enjoyed, and have jsut been invited to do another one, but I need to differ it for personal reasons.
I used to drive up and down from S Oxon to our lab in Cheshire quite a bit with work. A colleague who had to do the same journey once suggested that we share a car and then asked if I’d mind if she drove. She was likely to be going that way in future and felt she really wanted to get familar with the motorways en route. I was fine with this to begin with. But as the day approached she admitted that she’d actually never driven on a motorway before. Because she’d only just passed her test. In the Republic of Ireland.
She took to it like a fish to water though. We used to hire 1.6’s from a local company and we got whatever they had spare. Come the day it was a 16-valve Golf. Not really a hot-hatch but she still got it above 100mph going down the northbound M6 toll slip .
Have you considered hiring something nippy and taking it out early one Sunday morning on one of those nice loooooooong straight roads in your neck of the woods ? The B1183 north out of Frithville (a.k.a. ‘the seven-mile straight’ - the clue is in the name) used to be popular. But the A1121 west, parallel to the South Forty Foot, is nearly as long and is piecewise straight with just a single gentle left-hander past Hubbert’s Bridge. Having the drain alongside it meant that there were fewer pull-ons making the unexpected appearance of a dozily-driven tractor a good deal less likely. When I was a teenager I was taken along there by my mate Dave on the back of his Triumph Trident. We were lighter then and it may to date be the fastest I’ve ever travelled on tarmac. I’m not sure though because Dave was concentrating so hard on the road that he daren’t look down at the speedo.