The road ahead is teeming with tweeds, frocks, flat caps and pin-up curls. Groups of men in dirty overalls congregate outside a Shell garage that looks like it has escaped a Hollywood film set. The air is rife with the smell of motor oil – the rasping noise from old engines rises, backed by rapid commentary blaring through a speaker, only to suddenly be drowned out by a procession of swooping second world war Hurricanes. Despite being forgiven for thinking that you somehow travelled backwards over seven decades to get here – there is only once place in the world you could be: the Goodwood Revival.
Over the years we’ve always seen Goodwood’s celebration of classic motoring as a natural attraction to Private White V.C.. The halcyon era of made in England outerwear, when a man’s best armour was his trench coat and hat, the roar of an unsilenced v12 engine, and the glamour of a bygone era create an atmosphere like no other – a spectacle that has to be seen to be believed, and one that is very close to our hearts; an event that we write onto our calendars at the start of the year.