Felixstowe classic cars
This past Sunday, I traded in my usual lie-in for a dose of nostalgia, horsepower, and sea air at the Felixstowe Classic Car Show. With my Sony A7 IV strapped to my side and the ever-pocketable Ricoh GR IIIx in tow, I hit the promenade ready to shoot — not in the getaway driver sense, of course, but through the lens of two very different but equally beloved cameras.
Now, if you’ve never been to the Felixstowe promenade on a classic car day, picture this: endless rows of polished chrome, paint jobs so glossy they double as mirrors, and enough tweed caps and Elvis sunglasses to populate an entire BBC period drama. It’s the kind of event where even the dogs look vintage.
The cars? Glorious. From beefy American muscle with bonnets that could double as dance floors, to dainty British classics that looked like they’d just nipped out of a 1950s teashop, it was an eye-candy overload. Each vehicle seemed to come with a proud owner nearby, eager to recount its history, restoration woes, and the number of heads it turned on the A14.
But while the classics were the stars of the show, the real magic happened in the candid corners. The people watching was top-tier. I snapped everything from grandmas marvelling at old Minis (possibly reminiscing on their courting days) to lifelong petrolheads debating carburettors like they were fine wines. One man even wore a shirt louder than a V8 at full throttle — naturally, I had to capture it.
Shooting with the Sony A7 IV gave me razor-sharp detail and gorgeous dynamic range, perfect for the glint of sunlight bouncing off a Jaguar E-Type’s bonnet. Meanwhile, the Ricoh GR IIIx worked like a stealthy little ninja, slipping into crowds and catching golden moments before anyone could say “Oi, no photos!”
All in all, it was a Sunday well spent — a delightful mix of retro vibes, automotive artistry, and human quirks, all wrapped up in salty seaside charm.
Below is a selection of my favourite images from the day — I hope you like them
