Main Towns/cities Served
The following table only includes places situated near the motorway and those close enough to be considered 'near the motorway' (like Aylesbury). Other places that may use the motorway (for access to the north) are not included as they have other motorway access (for example Slough). Small villages are not included. Population figures are based on the 2001 census by the Office for National Statistics
| Place | Population | Ceremonial County | Main Railway station | Motorway junction |
| Gerrards Cross/Chalfont St Peter | 19,622 | Buckinghamshire | Gerrards Cross | 1 |
| Beaconsfield | 10,679 | Buckinghamshire | Beaconsfield | 2 |
| High Wycombe Urban Area | 118,229 | Buckinghamshire | High Wycombe | 3,4 |
| Thame | 10,886 | Oxfordshire | Haddenham and Thame Parkway | 7 |
| Oxford | 134,248 | Oxfordshire | Oxford | 8,8A |
| Bicester | 28,672 | Oxfordshire | Bicester North | 9 |
| Aylesbury Urban Area | 69,021 | Buckinghamshire | Aylesbury | 8A,9 |
| Banbury | 43,867 | Oxfordshire | Banbury | 11 |
| Leamington Spa | 45,114 | Warwickshire | Leamington Spa | 15 |
| Warwick | 25,434 | Warwickshire | Warwick | 15 |
| Stratford-upon-Avon | 23,676 | Warwickshire | Stratford-upon-Avon | 15 |
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