EVERY YEAR UNTIL COVID STRUCK, myself and a few journalist mates would meet for a weekend of driving and drinking, very much in that order. How wonderful it was to resume after a two-year hiatus. The cars gathered were eclectic to say the least. I drove my old crossflow Caterham Seven from Wales to West Sussex where I met friends toting a BMW M635CSi, a Rover P6 and a 1972 Corvette Stingray with the rare LT1 engine upgrade, manual gearbox and limited-slip diff.
Once assembled we never drove our own cars again until it was time to leave. We had
