ANDREW FRANKEL

UNSURPRISINGLY MY FAVOURITE events of the motoring year take place at Goodwood, but not far behind is the Festival of the Unexceptional, held this year at the end of July at Grimsthorpe Castle in Lincolnshire, and whose Concours d’Inelegance it was once more my pleasure to help judge.

As a business case the festival looks utterly hopeless: a show for cars no one cared about even when new and whose few and limited abilities have been rendered entirely irrelevant by the passage of time.

But I think this is actually key to its appeal,