Throttled

An indescribable funk of premium 93 octane fuel fused with expensive men’s aftershave gloriously filtered down the River Medina whilst helicopters buzzed above and the Royal Yacht Squadron hummed to a different beat as the Cowes-Torquay-Cowes teams thundered into our sleepy town. The aged red trousers and cravats were out-muscled by the heavily-logo’d Hugo BossContinue reading “Throttled”