There seems to be a high-end concours event to go to every day of the summer, but I am not generally to be found at such things.
I sometimes think old cars are the most addictive drug of all, but like any drug it is possible to overdose and spoil your taste buds.
I've not been to any of the Goodwood events for years and haven't even made it to a Beaulieu autojumble for ages, mainly because I don't want to spend the money.
And when I do earmark something I fancy, I always seem to be elsewhere.
However, what I don't ever turn down is a free lunch, so when Aston Martin invited me to the marque's 60th-anniversary celebrations for the DB4 at last weekend's Hampton Court Palace Concours of Elegance I dusted off my best clobber, pointed my Fiat 130 down the M4 in the direction of London and made the effort.