I actually quite enjoyed the event, having never seen so many supercars in one place before or since, and I loved the fact that so many people were eager to line up their cars on a grey Sunday morning just so that fellow enthusiasts could appreciate them. It even got me out of bed to clean my car before 6am and I'm glad I did as people started taking photographs as soon as we rolled in.
That said, you really need to arrive early before the crowds come if you want to make the most of it. By the time we left at 10am it was getting hard to move around and the pseudo owners' club vibe that had been there when we arrived at 8am seemed to have evaporated. If you do get there in good time, you will find a gathering of special cars in an environment that feels somehow purer than that of a concours event. The cars you see are the owners' pride and joy but you can be sure that they drove them there and will have a very good time driving them back, rather than simply being showroom pieces.
The highlight for me was arriving, having made our way up from the south coast where we had spent the previous night. We turned off the quiet, leafy roads to be met by the sight of around 50 supercars lining the road and queuing to get in through the gate. I loved rolling past slowly, looking at the assembled exotica and smiling as I spotted other drivers looking at my car.
Many thanks to Rita Cottone for attempting to capture these cars on camera despite the crowds.