We were expecting a sunset, one of those soft, ripe ones, all satsuma sun and peach-skin sky. It’s why we made such haste across Exmoor, why we didn’t allow the salty tang of Braunton’s fish and chip shops to divert us, why we risked the tricky slipway down onto the beach at Saunton Sands. It had been a fresh, fragrantly beautiful day up on the moors, perfect weather for convertibles, and we were full of hope that we’d be able to watch God’s bright orange ping-pong ball bob about on a fiery sea, the perfect backdrop for our two seductively potent sports cars.
Pictures: Mark Fagelson
This feature was originally published in the June 2015 issue of Top Gear magazine