Cold dawn breaks over Hyde Park.
No missing of the modern, no conceit broken.
Dressed for the era and the elements.
Historic car engines steam and flood the start line.
Anticipatory chatter of automobile passion.
The welcomed wave of spectators.
Children grasp signs requiring a ‘toot!’.
The thrill on their faces when met with a croak.
Hot coffee delights at a road side café.
Wind-swept and weary, we finally cross.
The very Grand Hotel in Brighton, living up to its name.
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The enthusiasm of the early starters.
Every second to squeeze out and soak up.
May these moments never end.
Boiler suit beauties, trilbies and tweeds, fanciful frocks, whirls and twirls.
St Mary Saloons push the pedal for medal.
Whitsun wannabees hurtle by.
Evening Sunshine as the heavy-hearted revellers spill home.
Goodbye Goodwood for another year.
Greeted by the singing Chalalas, cha la la ing.
Spitfires circle and soar.
Portraits styled, memories caught.
These are the halcyon days.
‘Give me Goodwood on a summer’s day and you can forget the rest of the world’.
Transported and transfixed in a bygone era.
The chattering crowds glide by. Dressed to kill and thrill. Swirls and twirls. Admiring glances.
The distant, pulsing screech of the track.
Excitable crowds bound together through unconditional automobile love.
A cavalcade of Minis. Big fun in small packages.
The Settrington realises race car driver dreams.
Starting up the engines as The Goodwood Revival 2019 begins.
Historic cars share knowing waves en route to Chichester.
At the helter skelter fairground, the trusty T Ford Charabanc awaits.
Familiarity breeds delight.
Morning sun. Cool and crisp.
Kaleidoscopic collection shown in its perfect light.
Straight off the start line, the crowds pour in.
Smiles and wonderment fill the grounds.
A flying car that beggars belief.
Unsurpassable McLaren Senna scoops the inaugural Lockton Club trophy
Crowds simmer, drivers saluted home.
The Palace is still and silent.
A la prochaine.
Hats that flower and tower.
A celebrated century of Bentley – Blowers, Bugatti’s and more.
Owner generations gather as engines sing.
Spilling out onto Woodstock’s streets.
Let the Salon Privé festival commence.
The splendour and glory of Blenheim Palace. Setting so sublime.
Taking to the stage, cars strike a pose.
Excitement revving in the air louder than the cars of the concours.
Ladies and gentleman dressed to impress.
Pleasantries conceal competitive spirit.
All eyes on the Best in Show Prize.