Sunday, 15 October 2017

London Fetish Weekend 2017 - Part Two

Part Two of my London Fetish Weekend blog begins on Saturday - appropriately, given the name, just two hours after finally getting to bed after my Friday-night Subversive shenanigans.

There was method to my madness, however - the Fetish Fair was being held on Saturday... unfortunately nowhere near my hotel.  My plan was to get to the Fair as soon as the doors opened, then get back to the hotel for a few hours of sleep before the next party on Saturday night.

That meant an early start, and an early tube ride (thankfully not as busy as Friday morning) from Euston to Hammersmith.  I dressed in a daytime/tube-travelling fetish friendly way in my slinky catsuit (with full crotch zip, of course), my low boots and leather jacket and made my way west to the Novotel at Hammersmith, where the Fair was being held.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - leather on the Underground.
I dismebarked the tube at Hammersmith station, and enjoyed a fabulous (and what felt like a very, very early) breakfast at Bill's - a small restaurant chain that I've always been impressed with since finding their Bath branch when I visited the old city.  After a much needed recharge at Bill's, it was a short stroll over to the Novotel.  Suddenly, old memories came flooding back as I rounded the corner to the Novotel entrance - it was here, way, waaay back in 1994 (oh my God, that is 23 years ago!) that I and a couple of friends parked our car after a long journey from Yorkshire in order to attend our first fetish event - the legendary Skin Two Ball, held at the nearby Hammersmith Palais.  I still remember (and being new to 'the scene') being amazed at the long and incredibly stylish queue, and staring as huge limousines pulled up outside to drop off glamorous and astonishingly beautiful creatures, looking as though they were visiting from another world.

These days, of course, the old Palais has long gone, another place of great memories consigned to history in the search of 'progress' - indeed, the spot that the old palais de dance stood now looks like this...

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - NOT the Hammersmith Palais.
 ...and I know which I prefer.  Casting old memories aside I found my way in to the (slightly more discrete) side entrance of the hotel for the Fetish Fair.  I was bit early, as the doors only opened at midday.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Fetish Fair, London Fetish Weekend 2017.
Bang on midday the doors finally opened, and I wandered in.  Although many stalls were still setting up, I did manage to have a walk around and meet a few friends who were down for the Fetish Weekend on a purely business level - some of whom I'd not seen since my Berlin visit earlier in the year.  In truth there wasn't anything on any of the stalls that I really needed, so after an hour (mostly chatting to said friends) I said my goodbyes and headed back outside and towards the tube station.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Fetish Fair, London Fetish Weekend 2017.
By early afternoon I was back in my hotel bed, resting before getting ready for the event - the Cabaret Of Excess, hosted by the gorgeous Zara DuRose.

I woke and dressed in plenty of time - I wanted to be on time and Zara's party started early at 8.00pm.  I chose my pink latex lingerie set (bought really to wear in the bedroom for the pleasure of my gentlemen visitors) and some high-heeled sandals.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - ready for The Cabaret Of Excess, London Fetish Weekend 2017.
With a taxi booked for 8.00pm, it meant I was at the venue in nearby Blundell Street Studios by 8.15pm.  However, some last-minute venue issues meant that the doors (and indeed gates to the venue compound) were still closed, so that entailed a bit of standing around for a short while.  Thankfully, it wasn't raining and it did give me the chance to chat to a lovely and very pretty Aussie girl who had also arrived early.

Finally the gates opened and access granted.  I took the opportunity of my early arrival and a quiet venue for a few snapshots - not easy in the sexy low light.  Upstairs, as on Zara's previous events here, were two playrooms with well-constructed play equipment.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - The Cabaret Of Excess, London Fetish Weekend 2017.
Downstairs, there was another play area featuring sexy circular bed/seat (reminding me of my previous night's sexy fun with my gorgeous lady lover on the circular bed at Subversion) and a dancefloor, already playing some very sexy club tunes.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - The Cabaret Of Excess, London Fetish Weekend 2017.
The club began to fill quickly, but thankfully I'd managed to catch a quick chat with Zara (always busy on her own nights) and some of her lovely team, and more and more friends arrived, including R, a lovely Dutch gentleman that I met back at the Dominatrix party last December, and dressed again as a latex pony.  As always at Zara's events, the crowd was glamorous and in a playful, party mood.  There was lots and lots of stunning ladies present in wonderful and sexy attire.  It wasn't long before a young, gorgeous little redhead wearing a latex bodysuit, fishnet tights and boots caught my eye.

We talked for a little while, admiring each others outfits as the crowd flowed sensually around us, moving to the erotic beats of the dancefloor.  I found out that this was her first fetish event, and she'd actually made her latex outfit herself.  I ran my nylon-gloved fingers over her outfit, feeling the sexy warmth of her body beneath the thin rubber, my hands lingering over her small pert breasts.  She moved closer and, in the assembled heat of the fetish crowd, began kissing deeply, and I delighted in tasting her red lipstick on my lips and tongue, running my hands through the ponytail of her long red hair.  We broke apart briefly, and I asked her if she wanted to play a bit more.  Her bright eyes gleamed as she agreed, and we moved over to the circular bed.

I lad her back on the soft leatherette seat, sliding between her open thighs, feeling her raised crotch rising to meet my body as I pressed against her.  We kissed again, my hungry hands now running more eagerly over her small body.  My fingers slid down to her crotch, and through the thin latex I could feel the define of her fishnet tights and soft curves of her cunt.  I reached down to find the fastening method of her bodysuit, only to find it didn't exist.  "Oh shit," she sighed disappointedly, "I forgot about that..."  The laughter somewhat broke the mood, sadly, and after kissing again she headed off into the crowd, and I figured that her 'inaccessible' outfit would annoy her a bit more before the night was over.  I could feel my own juices slick against the tight, shiny crotch of my panties, now, and sexual frustration fizzed around my body.

I worked some of it off on the dancefloor, basking in the scents of sweet sweat, latex and perfume, and enjoying the sensual frottage as men and women brushed against my bare skin as they danced.  Getting slightly hot and needing air and room, I ended up dancing on the empty stage at one point, eventually joined by a gorgeous brunette who took some delight in moving her lingerie-clad body tightly against mine as the music thrust its heavy beat across the room.  We may have been the main stage action for the evening had we been allowed to continue, as, still feeling incredibly horny after my redhead and her costume design flaws, I was getting to the point of ripping her little lingerie set off her body and fucking her right there, but we had to climb down off our perch in order to make way for the real stage performer - the lovely Sukki Singapora.  I stayed to watch her stylish, professional and well-executed burlesque performance, only realising afterwards that my sexy dancing partner had merged away into the crowd during Sukki's performance.  Foiled again!  I rejoined friends in the chill-out area after a while, soon finding myself chatting to friends and strangers who were sat nearby.  Places to sit, sadly, were a bit rare - luckily R came to my rescue, kneeling down on all fours to provide a comfortable, if occasionally unsteady, pony-like saddle-seat.

A dark-haired girl in gothic black, sat next to me on a low stool, put her hand on my thigh as we chatted in a small circular group.  I became aware that her gentle hands were making rhythmic strokes up and down my latex-clad thigh, taking a little more time when her delicate fingers stroked over the top of my stockings and reached my bare flesh.  The tips of her fingers brushed my latex-covered crotch.  I parted my thighs a little for her, even though we'd hardly said two words to each other.  On the next pass her fingers applied a little more pressure to the tight material covering my cunt.  On the third pass her fingers stayed pressed against my cunt, and began stroking up and down my pussy lips.  I parted my thighs a little more, inviting her to explore further.  She responded by leaning over, pulling down and stripping off my panties, before her fingers resumed their caresses, now over my naked and displayed cunt.  I could feel my pussy juice dripping down past my arse, onto the latex back of my human pony, who seemed to be enjoying the extra scene that he was now part of.

Gothic-girl's fingers dipped into my oiled honey-pot, sliding easily into my well-lubricated cunt whilst her thumb pressed on my engorged clit.  With a large watching crowd, I leaned back on my pony-seat, spreading my legs as far as possible and exposing myself to the gathered voyeurs whilst Gothic-girl finger-fucked me to a hot and slippery orgasm.  Satisfaction at last.

By 3.30am tiredness was kicking in after two long days, and with the club slowly emptying.  By 4.00am I was once again back in my hotel bedroom, my latex lingerie on the floor whilst memories of the night drifted through my sleepy head.

So, after two fantastic nights courtesy of Subversion and Zara DuRose I decided that this year's London Fetish Weekend was one to remember.  I certainly headed back north with plenty of fabulous and sexual memories, and a few contact details of some very sexy girls in my handbag.

Roll on the rest of the Fetish Party Season!

Monday, 9 October 2017

London Fetish Weekend 2017 - Part One

As September passes, the vintage-event season closes (with the Goodwood Revival), and the arrival of October brings with it the start of the fetish party season, for a three-month blast before Christmas (oh  no - I wrote the C-word in October!).  In many bedroom and closets around Europe, there is a whisper of noise as suitcases are pulled from under beds and latex clothing is polished to a shimmering sheen.

This year saw the party-season arrive in London with the London Fetish Weekend, actually spanning over four days.  With main events being organised by some of my lovely lady friends Zara DuRose and Mistress Absolute, I decided it was a definite date in my diary.

Thanks to booking in advance at the right time, it also meant that I managed to acquire a return ticket for just £22 on Virgin's super service from Manchester Piccadilly to London Euston.  So, Thursday morning, I was dressed and heading for Manchester's main station in plenty of time for my trip south - and wearing my heeled Dr.Marten boots with a view to a few days stomping around London's pavements.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - heading off for the London Fetish Weekend 2017.
Just over two hours after leaving Manchester, I arrived on-time at Euston.  I had hummed and hawed about which hotel to book for my stay in the city as the events were spread over quite a distance.  Eventually I had settled for a simple Travelodge - not because it was cheap (yeah, I'm a Yorkshire lass) but it meant a two-minute walk from the train station to the hotel.  After checking in on my arrival, I left the bags in my room and headed up Eversholt Street towards Camden Market - where I promised to meet a friend, C.

I was disappointed to find that my favourite Camden café, which was once Inspirals before becoming Campbell's Café, had changed again.  Now 'Heaven Canal Café', it had lost much of it's unique and wonderul menu and replaced it with a disappointing and generic fare.  I stayed for a small lunch to see if it was still good quality, but it won't be something I rush back to.  After refuelling, I headed into Camden Market to see Max Deviant at the Fetish Alternative Boutique, and met up with C there who had taken a leisurely stroll from his canal boat moored on the nearby Regents Canal.

After a quick chat with Max (the boutique was very busy, I'm pleased to say), C and I went back to his boat for a longer chat and a hot drink.  Down on the canal towpath, even just a few minutes' walk from Camden and the hustle and bustle of the great city, it was quite peaceful and a very different world.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Regents Canal, Camden.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Regents Canal, Camden.
I stayed on board whilst outside the sun set, and C and I reminisced about the early days of the fetish scene.  It was getting dark when I left to make my way back to Euston, but my gallant gent walked me back towards Kings Cross St. Pancras before reaching Euston.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Regents Canal, Camden.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - British Library, London.
I love London, and the city of seductively dark night-time streets is a very different beast to that of the daytime.  In the cooling evening air I certainly enjoyed the walk back to my hotel, savouring the beat of the black, neon-sprinkled heart of the night of London as it roused from daylight slumber.

I woke early on Friday with a full day planned, and set off for the tube station to head east and into the old city of London.  The Northern Line was crammed with soberly-dressed city workers, and I marvelled at how they can face such a journey every morning.  I got off the tube at Moorgate and walked through Spitalfields Market.  The area was fantastic - old buildings nestled low and close against towering palaces of steel and glass.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Spitalfields, London.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Spitalfields, London.
Around the market itself there was plenty to see as I walked, even though the market itself was only just opening for the day...

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Spitalfields, London.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Spitalfields, London.
Feeling in need of a hot drink and soft chair before continuing my journey, I kept my eyes open for a suitable spot.  I did finally see one - appropriately named Pimps & Pin-Ups, with warm welcoming lights inside the open door. 

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Pimps & Pinups, Spitalfields, London.
I stepped through the doorway and found this instead...

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Pimps & Pinups, Spitalfields, London.
What I thought was a cafe-bar was, in fact, a hairdressing salon.  The lovely girl behind the reception desk actually did offer to make me a drink and have a chat - so much for the myth that all Londoners aren't friendly to strangers!  Should I ever need such a service in London, then this is the place I'll head for - just to sit in the fantastic interior.

 I finally reached my destination just before midday - Brick Lane, or, more importantly, the small studios of legendary shoe designer Natacha Marro.  Almost twenty years ago I bought a pair of her fantastic fetish-inspired boots from an Erotica exhibition (if you remember those events!) and have worn them countless times over the years.  The quality is amazing, they fit my legs and ankles so well and skin-tight leather boots always look fabulous, of course.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - my Natacha Marro boots.
Unfortunately, as I was putting them on for a gentleman visitor a month or so ago I felt the platform soles going very soft.  I contacted Natacha who said they were repairable (such are the delights of bespoke footwear, it seems), so my long trip through the rush-hour commuters was with this aim in mind - to get my favourite boots repaired!

Her studio is a riot of wooden lasts, design examples, leather swatches and sewing equipment.  Her designs have graced the illustrious pages of Vogue, Playboy, et al., and Lady Gaga, Kat Von D and Angelina Jolie are numbered among her more well-known clients.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Natacha Marro, London.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Natacha Marro, London.
Her face lit up when I presented my boots.  It was a long time ago that she'd sold them but clearly remembered making them for the exhibition.  Of course, we ended up talking about a new pair of boots, too.  So, by the time I left the studio in mid-afternoon I had put down a deposit on some new boots - and I can't wait for them already!

By 4.00pm I was back in my Euston hotel and resting before the first of the weekend's big parties - Subversion.

The event was originally going to be at the Fire nightclub in Vauxhall, but a weekend before the event the Fire club cancelled the booking, leaving Mistress Absolut a very short time to find a replacement venue.  She did - and the Metalworks nightclub at Angel Islington had agreed to help out.  Still the old haunt of Torture Garden, the venue was certainly no stranger to the fetish scene.  One good thing about the change of venue - it was a lot closer than Vauxhall to my hotel.  Dressed in my leather trenchcoat with my latex Brigitte Moore dress (from my visit to Essen last year) and high heels underneath, I boarded the tube at 10.00pm and headed a few stops down to Angel.  A short walk later and I was at Subversion.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Brigitte More dress, at Essen 2016.
 I explored the club on arrival - I always like to get my bearings before the night really gets going and the club fills up.  Downstairs offered a large room with a bar and classic 1970's porn music, and a smaller room with more up-to-date club tracks.  Upstairs housed a dungeon/play area, a second bar and a couples room.

As always, the start of the evening was bumping into and chatting with old friends.  C made the short journey, too, and I also managed to bump into my old friend Rubber Ron.  A couple came over to join us - the lady a striking blonde with short hair, her friend a good-looking transvestite.  We chatted in the main ground-floor room, the sleazy music soundtrack loud enough to be heard but not too loud that you couldn't talk over it - perfect.  On a low-slung couch nearby two girls were eagerly kissing, their hands exploring each others bodies.  Wonderful - it looked like a potentially great night already.  Gorgeous girls strolled past in wonderful fetish attire - high heels, clinging latex, the whisper of nylon stockings and sensual perfumes.  Intoxicating.

As we stood and chatted, a stunning black girl eased through the crowd, her partner trailing behind her.  Dressed in tight lingerie that only just managed to cling to her fantastic curves and with long braided hair she was utterly gorgeous.  We caught each others eye and said in unison, "Wow, you look fabulous..." Two seconds later we were kissing, and I felt her tongue softly push between my lips.   I reciprocated, tasting her lipstick then the dark sweetness of her mouth whilst my hands delighted in the delicious soft curves of her hips and breasts.  She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me more forcefully - this was a girl who clearly knew what she wanted... in other words, my kind of girl.  We kissed and stoked each other for a little while, finally breaking apart for fresh air.

We kissed again, and my exploring hands discovered that under her little lingerie slip she wasn't wearing panties.  Her shaved cunt was soft and slippery.  We broke apart again, and said again in unison "Fancy a fuck?"

We dragged each other over to a circular seat/bed, half occupied by people resting their feet.  We had other ideas.  I sat my lover on the edge of the seat, then pushed her down into the middle of the soft round seat.  She spread her thighs and I eased between them, feeling her strength as she wrapped her legs around my hips.  We kissed again, and my hands hungrily stroked her body whilst our hips bucked against each other.  I traced my kisses down her sweet-scented body, before my darting tongue found its goal in the swelling of her cunt.  She tasted divine - her feminine juices heavy with musky pheromones.  I slipped a finger into the hot sheath of her cunt whilst my tongue traced her hard engorged clitoris.  I revelled in her orgasm, feeling her pleasure in my fingers and in the savoured delights on my tongue.

At that point I realised we had quite a large and appreciative audience - just in time for me to lay back on the bed, open up my thighs and allow my lover to lower her mouth to my pussy and work her black magic on me.  I felt two of her strong fingers ease into my oiled cunt.  Behind her a sea of faces watched our fucking.  I came whilst her fingers stroked my clenching cunt muscles and her tongue caressed my hard clit, my hips bucking and riding her strong hand.

Upon climbing off the bed/seat, I was introduced to a few of the watching crowd who were friends of my gorgeous lover.  I eventually rejoined my friends, though, and headed off upstairs to see if the playrooms there could match the action on the ground floor.

The dungeon equipment was certainly in full use, and above the music the sound of leather whips and against willing skin could be heard.  Soft yelps and whispered moans from pleasurable pain provided a choired chorus to the rhythmic beatings going on in the shadowed room.  I met up with the blonde and TV that I'd been speaking to on the ground floor.

Amid the sensual delights of the playroom I began kissing K, the TV.  I dropped my hand to the hem of her miniskirt, before slipping it underneath to find a hot and very stiff cock and tight balls.  I stroked her cock as we kissed, feeling the shaft harden under my attentive strokes.  In front of another watching crowd I dropped to my knees, lifted the hem of K's tight minidress and took her hot member into my mouth.

I sucked on K's cock, delighting in the hard heat as it slipped over my lips.  I decided I need it between my cunt lips instead, as my cunt juices were now pretty much running down my thighs at this point.  I stood and dragged K over to the Couples Room, only to find that there was a queue of over ten people waiting to get in.  Humph.  So much for spontaneous fucking, then.  I was so hot and ready, though, that I asked K if she fancied fucking me in the bar whilst I bent over, but with it being her first time to a club it was a bit more than she was ready for.  Maybe next time...

I managed to bump into G again, the dark-haired beauty that I fucked in the downstairs bar.  In between snogging each other again we did manage to chat a little bit more, at least.  I headed back to the main room downstairs and rejoined friends.  By 4.00am I had been partying for a good five and a half hours, and was finally feeling the effects of the long day.  I said my goodbyes and headed out into the cool night of Angel Islington.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - outside Subversion, London Fetish Weekend 2017.
Unfortunately, being something of a technophobe means that I use an old Nokia as a mobile phone - and that means no Apps, therefore no Uber or similar.  That in turn meant a stroll from the club to the main junction at Angel Islington to wait for a taxi.  Now, as much as London is pretty much a 24-hour city these days, it doesn't mean that taxis are always sailing by.  There were buses, still, but the absence of any Oyster-card meant that wasn't an option anyway - I'd already learnt a lesson about getting on buses and expecting to pay with real money in London, of course

After a few minutes I decided that the best option was a gentle walk - I knew the direction I needed to be in, but also knew it was 30-minutes walk away - or 45 minutes in my high heels and tired feet after over five hours of partying.

I set off, trying to keep my eyes open for a yellow taxi light in the glare of car headlights and yellow street lights.  Luckily, after just a few minutes I caught the sight of one coming my way - a sight only bettered by the memory of G spreading her wonderful thighs in front of me.  Unfortunately it was heading in the wrong direction and so on the wrong side of the road for me to flag it easily, and I was at a point on Pentonville Road with little street-lighting on my side.  More luck, however - the taxi driver had caught sight of my bare legs as I ran onto the road to catch his attention, and I have to say climbing in the back of the warm cab was almost as much of a blessed joy as my orgasms earlier in the night.

In a bizarre twist of fate, it turned out the taxi driver knew Altrincham from visiting a few years ago - it's a small world sometimes.

By 5.00am, then, I was back in bed for a few hours sleep before more delights of the weekend unfolded on Saturday...

Sunday, 17 September 2017

Goodwood Revival 2017

September - school holidays are over (whoohoo!!), the hazy heat of summer is fading... oh, OK, the summer rainstorms are replaced by, er, autumnal rainstorms, and the calendar date arrives once again for the best vintage weekend of them all - possibly in the world.  The Goodwood Revival.

With tickets booked early in the year, I'd kept a careful watch on the weather after last years rather rain-swept affair.  It was hit and miss this year - probably thanks to those Caribbean storms.  At least we weren't facing hurricane weather, no matter how bad it got.  As the week before the event started, Saturday promised clear skies in the morning and light rain from 1.00pm... the next forecast was heavy rain from 1.00pm... the next forecast sunshine until 4.00pm...  It left me in a slight quandary what to wear.  I packed my PVC mackintosh and boots just in case.

Friday saw a thankfully steady drive down to Guildford - my base for the weekend.  Other friends were staying at Brighton and Godalming, so we'd planned to meet up at the race circuit itself on Saturday morning.  That meant an afternoon in Guildford for some late lunch before an early night.

The old town of Guildford was pretty, periods of bright sun broken by light rain showers.  I'd made a good decision to wear my long see-through mac and high-heeled boots for the walk into the town from my hotel.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Guildford and my PVC mac.
The destination for late lunch was The White House - a  gorgeous pub on the banks of the River Wey.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort -lunch time in Guildford.
The pub was as lovely inside as it was outside, and the menu looked similarly enticing.  We had a wonderful meal (along with some tremendous local beers), and we finalised plans for the early drive
down the next morning.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - The White House, Guildford.
Saturday arrived.  I dressed in a classic vintage two-piece that I'd bought at the Retro Revival a few weeks earlier, finishing the outfit with long, sexy leather opera gloves.  My lift arrived on time at 6.00am, and we set off in the pre-sunrise darkness to make sure we arrived for the car park opening at 7.00am.  On arrival, it was clear that the previous day's rainstorms and heavy traffic had made the car park field resemble something like the beginnings of the battle of Passchendaele.  The clean car we arrived in suddenly looked like it had just completed a full mud-splattered rally.  It didn't bode well for my high heels, either.

With the car parked, we made our way gingerly over the thick oozing mud.  By some miracle, we met up with the rest of the group who had arrived at the same time.  We couldn't stand and chat, however, as the glue-like mud sucked at your feet if you stood for too long - I had already seen a pair of mud-caked shoes, already discarded in defeat of the clinging dirt.  Once out of the car park we at last stepped onto duckboards.  Alongside us a line of muddied classic cars stood, some getting a bit of urgent cleaning from their proud owners. 

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort -early morning, Goodwood Revival, 2017
With the main gates finally opening at 7.30am we were onto solid ground - the hallowed concrete of the circuit itself.  At least the sun was rising brightly, bringing a welcome warmth to the cool morning.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - a quite start, Goodwood Revival 2017'
Inside the circuit the period buildings looked breathtaking, with vintage-styled themes perfectly enhancing the atmosphere.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Goodwood Revival 2017.
As always, everywhere you look there is something of interest, and once again the Revival does everything with such style and attention to detail.  It is quite astonishing.  We made our way over to the pits, where to gorgeous old cars sat, bright paintwork and chrome dripping with early-morning dew.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - the pits, Goodwood Revival 2017.
We had a quick stroll around the assemble planes parked up - the Revival is as much about the site's aviation history as it is about it's racing heritage - after all, it did serve as a Spitfire base in World War Two, the perimeter track for refuelling the planes eventually becoming the race circuit.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - aerolanes, Goodwood Revival 2017.
After looking at the planes we had a group decision to have a (rather expensive) breakfast at the adjacent Spitfire Café.  Refuelled ourselves, it was time for more strolling, taking in the unique sights and sounds of the Revival.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - more pits, more cars, Goodwood Revival 2017.
Up above, and on time at 8.30am, the quiet sky was split by the roar of a P-51 Mustang, the first of the day's air displays.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - P-51 Mustang, Goodwood Revival 2017.
On the ground there was still more to see...

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Goodwood Revival 2017.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Goodwood Revival 2017.
 ...including some sights that aren't strictly vintage but are no less eye-catching and captivating...

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - lovely leather lady, Goodwood Revival 2017.
This year the lovely little Fiat 500 was honoured - at 60 years old, the tiny car remains iconic and suitably classic.  A host of them would take to the circuit in a parade lap - as they gathered in readiness it resembled a chaotic Italian city centre traffic jam.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Fiat 500s, Goodwood Revival 2017.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Goodwood Revival 2017.
I bumped into the biker gang again that I met last year - they didn't quite recognise me due to my new hair style and the fact that I wore a long wig last year, but remembered the jodhpurs and boots outfit I wore!

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - my favourite biker gang, The Hornets, Goodwood Revival 2017.
Around where the bikers were lounging there was some lovely old machinery - bikes and cars.  I spent a bit of time checking them all out in their rather dishevelled glory.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - old bikes and Fords, Goodwood Revival 2017.
From there it was short walk to the market area - once again offering everything from motoring memorabilia to clothes, books, motoring, film and aviation art and vintage posters, car restorers and builders (want a perfect tool-room copy of a 1959 Le Mans-winning Aston Martin - those guys are here!), etc.  There was even a stall selling toys for a grown-boys playroom (ok, call it a 'den' if you wish, but it's still a playroom), with displays of a bowling alley, Wurlitzer jukeboxes and pinball machines.  I thought I should have been on display there, too, dressed in stockings, high heels and long luxurious leather gloves, gently stroking myself.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Goodwood Revival 2017.
Of course, I spent quite some time browsing the clothing stalls, while the gentlemen of the group browsed the jukeboxes and games (discussing which they would have in their 'dens'...) and the numerous book and art stalls.

One of the grumbles about the main market area inside the racecourse gates is that big companies have somewhat taken over.  I remember when all of the traders were small independent retailers - those days have definitely disappeared and many of the independents can now only afford stalls in the market area in the circuits adjoining field (the Over the Road section).  Nevertheless, I have to say that the big companies put on amazing displays and really add to the visual spectacle of the event.  The displays from Porsche, Michélin and Shell were certainly exceptional, with smaller brands like Kenwood and De Longhi adding their own vintage-inspired take on their history.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Goodwood Revival 2017.
We stopped briefly at the De Longhi shop for a coffee and chance to sit and do some people watching - I remain convinced the Revival is still the best-dressed event in the world.  I soon got talking to a lovely couple who had made their way from Australia just for the event!

We decided to wander back to the 'Over The Road' area and continue our browsing.  Thankfully, the weather was still looking good, unlike my visit to this area last year when the howling wind and lashing rain made it all a bit dismal.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Over The Road, Goodwood Revival 2017.
Once again we checked out the numerous stalls - all in a similar vein to those inside the circuit.  Everything related to vintage style and cars was available - a Ford GT40 (OK, a 'reworking of the original) - here.  Vintage clothes - here.  Vintage art - here.  Oh, and some things that weren't particularly vintage but no doubt in search of a well-heeled buyer, such as oak-built garages (for that classic Aston Martin or Morgan, etc) - here.  It was fantastic just to wander, browse, people-watch and take in the friendly and lovely atmosphere of this unique event.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Goodwood Revival 2017.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Goodwood Revival 2017.
I soon spied a Fever Tree drink stall, and with available chairs nearby and some bales of hay providing 'tables', it was time for a drink.  One problem - the grassed area in between the walkways and the seating area looked a little like the remnants of trench warfare for World War One, so it was a rather long and difficult route to reach our destination.  Once there, we got our drinks (beers and cocktails) and sat and chilled out to admire the sights.  It seemed many had the same issues as we did - particularly the ladies.  I really had to admire the perseverance of one lovely lady in pink who seemed particularly determined to get her Gin and Tonic back to her seat safely, no matter the cost to her delicate high heels.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Goodwood Revival 2017.
The adverse ground conditions did prove to be, er, fertile ground, for meeting people as they chose the covered area where we were seated as a route from the food and drink vans.  I met a particularly sexy and very charming mature lady from Nottingham, dressed in a very tight tartan dress, the low-cut of the bust displaying her lovely cleavage, making me think that a roll in the provided hay was probably worth getting a bit dirty for.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Goodwood Revival 2017.
After midday drinks we headed back to the main circuit.  The Fiat 500s, fresh from their sprint around the track were now parked up in charming retro rows near the main grandstand.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Fiat 500s, Goodwood Revival 2017.
Nearby, as always, the girls from Glamorous Cabs were in attendance -  they were lovely and so professional to keep smiling and posing all day long.  One especially caught my eye - a dusky beauty that could have offered me a ride any day or night of the week.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Goodwood Revival 2017.
I finally made it to the track and caught up with the remainder of the group that had watched some of the racing - I couldn't believe half the day had gone and I hadn't seen a race yet.  Nor was I about to - the next event on the track would be qualifying for next days RAC TT Celebration, but this was something I was looking forward to.

Seeing the likes of AC Cobras, Ferrari 250 GTOs, Jaguar E-Types and Aston Martins in the gladiatorial arena of the race circuit is what the Revival is really about.  The qualifying was fantastic, and from our vantage point we could see the cars slipping and sliding on their exit from the Woodcote right-hander after the long and fast Lavant straight.  The thunderous roar of the Ford V8-powered Cobras was matched by the V12 scream of the Ferraris, a sheer aural delight to match the visual display.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Goodwood Revival 2017.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Goodwood Revival 2017.
I decided that I particularly loved the No.1 and No.20 AC Cobras, the ground almost shaking as they bellowed past, wheels scrabbling for grip under the huge power of their engines, and you could see the drivers working furiously at the wheel to keep the cars (roughly) pointing in the right direction.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - my favourite car, Goodwood Revival 2017.
One Ferrari 250 GTO wasn't so lucky.  As a jumble of cars approached Woodcote corner another red Ferrari braked hard in front of him.  In taking avoiding action the driver lost control, spinning the expensive car backwards at speed into the tyre wall.  When a space became available he limped across the grass to the safety of the infield, the car clearly in a state of bad damage, one side much lower than the other.  It was clear it wasn't going to polish out and continue.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Ferrari 250 GTO crash, Goodwood Revival 2017.
At least it wasn't a long walk back to the pits for the unfortunate driver - but I'm glad it wasn't me having to explain the additional repair costs to the owner or insurance company for the £20-million car.

The qualifying continued for some time, and we stayed until the end - and a particular flame-spitting TVR caught my eye.  It bellowed almost as much as the AC Cobras (another Ford V8!) and its chunky looks were quite endearing.  It wouldn't be the last TVR to catch my eye at the Revival.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - TVR, Goodwood Revival 2017.
Once the qualifying stint had finished I headed back to the Over The Road area, leaving the gents to watch the next race - there was a fashion show I wanted to see.  It was vintage-inspired, telling the story of a young couple caught up initially at the outbreak of World War Two, subsequently living through the 1950s and 1960s social revolutions.  It was superb, with fantastic dancing from the starring couple, interspersed with fashion from the decades.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Fashion Show, Goodwood Revival 2017.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Fashion Show, Goodwood Revival 2017.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Fashion Show, Goodwood Revival 2017.
As the 1940s-inspired evening wear hit the catwalk, my eye was once again caught, firstly by the stunning flowing silver gown worn by a gorgeous brunette, but then by another dusky maiden in a clinging-silvery grey dress that hugged all her curves - including the most amazing arse that was hypnotic in its movements.  Wonderful.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Fashion Show, Goodwood Revival 2017.
The 1950's began with more amazing rock'n'roll dancing from the star pair, before more vintage-themed fashions were displayed.  I especially loved this lace skirt, with peek-a-boo glimpses under the PVC-design.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Fashion Show, Goodwood Revival 2017.
Finally it was the turn of the 1960s - and a pair of legs that could take me to heaven.  I could have played with her furry soft pom-poms all day...

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - gorgeous legs, Fashion Show, Goodwood Revival 2017.
 I was also delighted to see some sexy PVC thigh boots strutting down the catwalk as well as a rather fetching lace catsuit...

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Fashion Show, Goodwood Revival 2017.
The finale of the show was the return of our 1940s stars, turning into their modern-day selves, and a re-run of the fashion styles from the show.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Fashion Show, Goodwood Revival 2017.
That, of course, measnt a return of that fabulous ass from the beautiful model...

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - the gorgeous girl, Fashion Show, Goodwood Revival 2017. a great end to a truly magical show, and something very different to the usual Revival experience.

Still bewitched, I joined the rest of the group back in the main circuit for a look around the Earls Court Exhibition display - this year featuring the brand new TVR along with some of the models from their varied history... complete with pretty 1960's-themed models of another kind...

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - TVRs, Goodwood Revival 2017.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - TVRs, Goodwood Revival 2017.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - TVRs, Goodwood Revival 2017.
Back outside, it was nearing 4.00pm, and we'd been lucky with the weather - there had been no rain and the sunshine and temperature had remained pretty good through the day.  However, as promised by some of the weather forecasts, dark brooding clouds were appearing.  We made a decision to head back to our hotels, before the car parks became a quagmire and cemetery of abandoned and stuck cars.  Just as we reached the car park the rain came, heavy and furious.  It was a quick run back to the cars, and I'm thankful that we made it out of the car park without any mishaps.

So, despite the early finish to the day, it really was a truly glorious Goodwood Revival - and it remains the best vintage and style event of the year.  The only problem now is... is one day enough for all that the Revival has to offer?  I hadn't seen enough cars on the track and my promise to visit the fun fair rides had been missed due to lack of time.

There's always 2018, though...