Unlike every other Brit, I’m not a whiner when it comes to the weather. Unless you’ve forgotten how winter works (in March?) and almost freeze your fingers off. But that’s a different story for another time. But it was about time this rock we all call the United Kingdom was due some proper ‘top down’ weather.
Sunday just gone was one of the single finest selections of cars I’ve ever seen (outside of Goodwood’s events that is). Bicester Heritage’s Sunday Scramble is on another level when it comes to the ‘cars and coffee’ events – I can’t think of any more platittudes other than the light was bonkers good first thing in the morning. Well done Bicester, you brung’d it, and brung it hard.