Nikki and I got a bit cold and soggy in a field on the Goodwood estate on Friday.
On entering the gates we were propositioned by a spiv offering knokoff watches and nylons, declining his offers we made our way through the small display of microcars (for some reason I didn't take any pics) and into the main street.
The mockup store fronts contain exhibitors that had excelled themselves with efforts to meet the vintage theme and the craft and fashion focus of the event.
The good lady was in her element.
Behind the shops which were arranged around a market cross to mirror Chichester's own North, South, East and West Streets were a variety of trade stands fill with all sorts of new retro and bonefide vintage tat, reasonably and not so reasonably priced.
Out of the main street we were greeted by the caravan display,
The other music and performance areas were aranged aranged into generalised decade specific areas, representing the 1950's was the Let it Rock pavillion, with tiki bar area,
Outside were the trendsetters rides with some great british and american bikes, and one of my highlights of the day, some rods.
Nearby the dare devils of the Deamon Drome were purveying their wall of death riding display. This is an epic display that is an assault on the senses, the staccato beat of the the open piped Indians, the visual thrill of the stunt riding and the uneasy feeling of the whole dome moving with the bikes as they pass.
My shonkey photo's don't do the experience justice,
Sustinence throughout the day could be purchased from a number of period food outlets including DW's fine diner and bar beyond the main stage.
There were plenty of period vehicals dotted about the place too,
Over at the 80's area outside the Wherehouse were some more automotive gems,
There was also a load of 60's tin around the Soul Casino, where we sheltered from the worst of the weather, enjoying the norther soul sound track, comfy chairs and pub carpet.
I failed to point my camera at many of then, but the presence of a very familliar wagon suggests there will be some more great photos to come.
We rounded off our day cold and wet at the main stage, having found out I didn't know as many songs by the Buzzcocks or the Faces as I would have thought I would, and witnessing Sophi Ellis-Baxtor absolutely crucifying Common People.
All in it was a cracking day, up to the usual very high standard of other Goodwood events, just a shame the weather was a shambles.
On entering the gates we were propositioned by a spiv offering knokoff watches and nylons, declining his offers we made our way through the small display of microcars (for some reason I didn't take any pics) and into the main street.
The mockup store fronts contain exhibitors that had excelled themselves with efforts to meet the vintage theme and the craft and fashion focus of the event.
The good lady was in her element.
Behind the shops which were arranged around a market cross to mirror Chichester's own North, South, East and West Streets were a variety of trade stands fill with all sorts of new retro and bonefide vintage tat, reasonably and not so reasonably priced.
Out of the main street we were greeted by the caravan display,
The other music and performance areas were aranged aranged into generalised decade specific areas, representing the 1950's was the Let it Rock pavillion, with tiki bar area,
Outside were the trendsetters rides with some great british and american bikes, and one of my highlights of the day, some rods.
Nearby the dare devils of the Deamon Drome were purveying their wall of death riding display. This is an epic display that is an assault on the senses, the staccato beat of the the open piped Indians, the visual thrill of the stunt riding and the uneasy feeling of the whole dome moving with the bikes as they pass.
My shonkey photo's don't do the experience justice,
Sustinence throughout the day could be purchased from a number of period food outlets including DW's fine diner and bar beyond the main stage.
There were plenty of period vehicals dotted about the place too,
Over at the 80's area outside the Wherehouse were some more automotive gems,
There was also a load of 60's tin around the Soul Casino, where we sheltered from the worst of the weather, enjoying the norther soul sound track, comfy chairs and pub carpet.
I failed to point my camera at many of then, but the presence of a very familliar wagon suggests there will be some more great photos to come.
We rounded off our day cold and wet at the main stage, having found out I didn't know as many songs by the Buzzcocks or the Faces as I would have thought I would, and witnessing Sophi Ellis-Baxtor absolutely crucifying Common People.
All in it was a cracking day, up to the usual very high standard of other Goodwood events, just a shame the weather was a shambles.