Goodwood Revival time again….
The annual event that I go to because I enjoy it (obviously), and because I use the Revival Spitfire display as a time to reflect on, and remember my Dad.
Once more, lots of fearless drivers in priceless historic cars doing their best to give the insurance companies heart attacks…
… yet this year all of the racing, side shows, fashions and paddocks full of historic cars, all of everything… was overshadowed (for me) by a chance encounter.
I saw a couple of Spitfires parked along the airfield, so I took a stroll to get closer and grab a photo…. but as I drew closer I saw another Spitfire… and another, and a couple more…and another … and two more… and another couple….
I had never seen so many Spitfires in a line up. Not even static ones on permanent display, let alone airworthy ones!
Then I noticed each had a pilot in, awaiting a clearing in the weather (it was hoofing it down with rain)…
And then…. one by one… the engines rumbled in to life…. a bell was rung… engine revs picked up and ten Spitfires scrambled…
As the final one took off the crowd applauded!
We couldn’t believe what we were seeing. This was a momentous occasion… Ten Spitfires flying together… TEN!!!
I admit I had a lump in my throat and had to hold a tear back…. and I was not in the minority.
My Dad would have loved this a Hell of a lot.
There are more Goodwood pictures to follow, but really THIS was the be all and end all of the day for me.