Goodwood’s launch day is a bizarre, yet brilliant experience. All the key bits are there – the house, the hillclimb, the sunshine, sounds and scenery – but there are not many people, no PA system, no stands, and no queue to get in or out.

That’s the bizarre. The brilliant is the prospect of what awaits us at Festival and the new Moving Motor Show this summer, which you can read about in Steve Cropley’s blog.

There was also more than a touch of both the bizarre and the brilliant about an experience I had in meeting one of my heroes. Standing watching some of the luckier hacks scream up the hill in the latest exotica, a well spoken Scottish gentleman by the name of Anthony Reid (one of my heroes from the 1990s BTTC) approached me offering me a ride up the hill in a car he was commandeering for the day.

Maybe he was looking for someone innocent to terrify, but when I saw he had brought along a gorgeous Lola T290 I realised I was one of the only people there small enough to squeeze in the ‘passenger’ seat (otherwise known as a hole in the fibreglass body).