First drive Jaguar F-Type convertible

Riviera. The sun is blisteringly hot and the roof has packed itself into its hold. I have regularly found the less powerful model in a range is much more fun to drive. The accelerator can be pressed with authority, delivering controlled power.

Supercharged engines have a knack of wanting to shred the tyres off the wheels and can be tricky to handle.

My “downsized” F-Type displayed plenty of poise and power as I made my way along the M8 towards Gourock. I thought the powertrain might be muted but this was not the case and a delightful snap, crackle and pop soundtrack accompanied its four-cylinder engine, which has a hefty output of 300ps.

As I travelled farther south the road surface was more rugged and there was a firmish resistance at times to absorb bumps. However, I reminded myself this is a sports car and as such is designed to go quick, stop quick, steer sharp and gouge the tarmac for grip. The drive is satisfying and all-round space is good for two, there’s no rear seat. It is a comfortable, well-designed cabin with a bias towards the driver. On approaching Largs, I could see trouble ahead in the shape of large dark clouds so I pulled over and secured the roof. As I scaled the Haylie Brae day turned into night and the most wicked downpour fell from the sky. I can confirm the hood on this model was watertight.

I could happily drive around in the Jaguar F-Type convertible every day. It delivers an enjoyable driving experience based on excellent British engineering. The V6 and V8 are clearly going to bring much more drama but if you prefer a less frenetic and more biddable drive go for the 2.0I.