Let me give you a tip.
Take a helicopter to next year's Goodwood Revival.
It's two hours by car, or four hours by train, from London to Charlie March's 4856ha estate in West Sussex. It's 25 minutes by chopper. And what a three days the Revival was last week.
The popularity of the Revival is living proof that the past is better than it used to be. This celebration of Britain in the 1940s, 50s and 60s doesn't reflect on rationing, bad teeth, nationalised industries, crook clothes, the London smog that killed 5000 people, lack of sanitation and exploding the odd nuclear bomb off the coast of Western Australia, but an England where everyone looked like Hugh Grant — even the women.
The Revival has strict dress rules. It's all about vintage clothes, vintage pedal car racing, vintage cameras taking pics of people in vintage, vintage bikers, vintage dancing, vintage picnic hampers, vintage bikini parades and young persons dressed up as vintage persons if vintage persons look like Bondi hipsters.
Best of all is the machinery. On the front row of the grid in just one race at Goodwood, I counted $75 million worth of revival metal. Old Ferrari GTOs, Aston Martins, Jaguar C & D Types, Lister Jaguars and Lambos.
Vintage dancing was on the straight just before the chicane and there was an auction where Bonhams sold a 1957 Porsche Jadwagen for $350,000 and a 1955 Porsche 550 Spyder for $8.1 million.