If ever the phrase ‘in abundance’ was to be used it would be today here at Goodwood Revival. Lord March once again has struck his deal with God and the British weather provides glorious blue skies, where middle aged men are prodded by their wives with suntan lotion. Spitfires fly low and Maserati Birdcages roar round the circuit. Woman look gorgeous in their vintage (literally 1940’s and none of this 1980’s is retro idea), and gentleman revert to raising their seats when a lady leaves the table.  This is a time gone past, something the delicate playground that Lord March provides. This is the playground that my friends and I enjoy so.