Took our 14,000-mile Ferrari FF last weekend to Goodwood’s Supercar Sunday, first of its 2015 Breakfast Club season, hoping that, like everything else Goodwood, it would be packed with rare and fascinating machinery.

It was, and then some. Our red FF was soon joined on the grid by a superb black Porsche 918 Spyder and a magnificent Lamborghini Miura. A few yards away stood a yellow Jaguar XJ220 and an ultra-rare AC 378. McLarens, Astons and other Ferraris were everywhere. We walked the length of the line and there must have been 300 cars present.

Then, just as I started complaining to the missus that there was no Lamborghini Countach, a superb LP500 rolled in to join the Diablos, Murcielagos, Gallardos and Aventadors already on stand. And of course, the place was stuffed with 911s of all types and ages, a sprinkling of Alfa 4Cs and the odd KTM X-Bow.

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Early on, things hadn’t looked promising. Under angry skies, the rain bucketed down for the first three hours or so. On a quick, quiet trip from Gloucestershire we had reckoned this might deter people, but I’d say the 2015 supercar attendance ran at the usual bumper levels; only spectator numbers were lower, and that (probably) because the car parks looked rather intimidating after persistent rains.

Tales of determination to attend were everywhere, but one of the best was offered by my neighbour in the Muira, Chris Wood, who despite the weather was giving his lovely car its first run since a seven-year lay-up for restoration. His story was fascinating. He’d bought the car 37 years earlier using an unexpected legacy from a deceased relative, and had just finished returning it to its original shade of orange.

He explained how he’d bought the car against the advice of more conservative family members. “They urged me to put the money somewhere safe,” he explained, “but I’d read a lot about the Miura and just had to own one. Mind you, it seems to have worked out okay. Today it’s worth 100 times what I paid.”