Up at sunrise. The route to Goodwood cloudless and bathed in sunshine.
Weather fears a distant memory.
Our faithful Ford T Charabanc waiting patiently at the Overtheroad crossroad. Ready to be dressed. The expectant buzz of a glamorous crowd flowing merrily along.
A Veuve Cliquot lunch with company as fine as its wine.
A cappella encore.
The great and good machines of the Kinrara trophy. The engines scream.
Ace Bristol loses a wheel. Comet Clyclone Crashes.
Evening sunshine. All the fun of the fair.
Sleepy start. Sharp, late summer sun.
The promise of breakfast in the air. All aboard the Charabanc. Glory days and glamour.
Kitten Von Mew’s iconic pose. Pin curls and satin swirls.
Tripping the frocks fantastic. Dancing to the orchestral engine sounds.
Sharp suits and boots. Sartorial seduction. Dressed for the Best.
Ecurie Ecosse dashing in blue. Berlinetta Lusso ravishing in red. Heart fluttering, nostalgia high.
Good Golly Miss Molly.
Autumnal anticipation in the air. That Final Day feeling.
Humbling tribute to Rob Walker.
Pedal pushing in the Settrington Cup. Clash of the Cobras. Barracuda chicane smash.
A portrait of three generations.
Policemen pose. Charabanc smiles.
Through sunset into dusk. The engine symphony silences.
Show Me The Way To Go Home. Tired and ready for bed.
Farewells fill the air. Until next time!