Sir Stirling Moss was one of the founding patrons of the Festival of Speed, and a regular competitor at the Revival.
Leading women of business, sport, fashion and media, take part in one of the most exciting horseracing events in the world.
The red & yellow of the Racecourse can be traced back hundreds of years, even captured in our stunning Stubbs paintings in the Goodwood Collection
Our gin uses wild-grown botanicals sourced from the estate, and is distilled with mineral water naturally chalk-filtered through the South Downs.
The iconic spitfire covered almost 43,000 kilometres and visited over 20 countries on its epic journey and currently resides at our Aerodrome.
David Edney, head Butler dons a morning suit "and a smile" every day and has been woking at Goodwood for over 25 years!
The first thing ever dropped at Goodwood was a cuddly elephant which landed in 1932 just as the 9th Duke of Richmonds passion for flying was taking off.
Inspired by the legendary racer, Masten Gregory, who famously leapt from the cockpit of his car before impact when approaching Woodcote Corner in 1959.
For the last two years, 5,800 bales have been recylced into the biomass energy centre to be used for energy generation
Spectate from the chicane at the Revival to see plenty of classic cars going sideways as they exit this infamous point of our Motor Circuit.
Our replica of the famous motor show showcases the "cars of the future" in true Revival style
Legend of Goodwood's golden racing era and Le Mans winner Roy Salvadori once famously said "give me Goodwood on a summer's day and you can forget the rest".
Sir Stirling Moss was one of the founding patrons of the Festival of Speed, and a regular competitor at the Revival.
One Summer, King Edward VII turned his back on the traditional morning suit, and donned a linen suit and Panama hat. Thus the Glorious Goodwood trend was born.
The first ever horsebox was used from Goodwood to Doncaster for the 1836 St. Leger. Elis arrived fresh and easily won his owner a £12k bet.
King Edward VII (who came almost every year) famously dubbed Glorious Goodwood “a garden party with racing tacked on”.
The first ever horsebox was used from Goodwood to Doncaster for the 1836 St. Leger. Elis arrived fresh and easily won his owner a £12k bet.
The first public race meeting took place in 1802 and, through the nineteenth century, ‘Glorious Goodwood,’ as the press named it, became a highlight of the summer season
Flying training began at Goodwood in 1940 when pilots were taught operational flying techniques in Hurricanes and Spitfires.
Flying jetpacks doesn't have to just be a spectator sport at FOS, you can have a go at our very own Aerodrome!
One of the greatest golfers of all time, James Braid designed Goodwood’s iconic Downland course, opened in 1914.
The Motor Circuit was known as RAF Westhampnett, active from 1940 to 1946 as a Battle of Britain station.
According to Head Butler at Goodwood House David Edney "Class, sophistication and discretion".
The iconic spitfire covered almost 43,000 kilometres and visited over 20 countries on its epic journey and currently resides at our Aerodrome.
The first ever round of golf played at Goodwood was in 1914 when the 6th Duke of Richmond opened the course on the Downs above Goodwood House.
The first ever round of golf played at Goodwood was in 1914 when the 6th Duke of Richmond opened the course on the Downs above Goodwood House.
The first thing ever dropped at Goodwood was a cuddly elephant which landed in 1932 just as the 9th Duke of Richmonds passion for flying was taking off.
Testament to the 19th-century fascination with ancient Egypt and decorative opulence. The room is richly detailed with gilded cartouches, sphinxes, birds and crocodiles.
Ensure you take a little time out together to pause and take in the celebration of all the hard work you put in will be a treasured memory.
Ensure you take a little time out together to pause and take in the celebration of all the hard work you put in will be a treasured memory.
Our gin uses wild-grown botanicals sourced from the estate, and is distilled with mineral water naturally chalk-filtered through the South Downs.
"En la rose je fleurie" or "Like the rose, I flourish" is part of the Richmond coat of Arms and motto
The Motor Circuit was known as RAF Westhampnett, active from 1940 to 1946 as a Battle of Britain station.
Our gin uses wild-grown botanicals sourced from the estate, and is distilled with mineral water naturally chalk-filtered through the South Downs.
Flying training began at Goodwood in 1940 when pilots were taught operational flying techniques in Hurricanes and Spitfires.
Inspired by the legendary racer, Masten Gregory, who famously leapt from the cockpit of his car before impact when approaching Woodcote Corner in 1959.
"En la rose je fleurie" or "Like the rose, I flourish" is part of the Richmond coat of Arms and motto
A terrible accident. A spectral apparition. Like all great country houses, Goodwood has its very own Victorian ghost story. Read on… if you dare.
Words by James Collard
Illustration by Graham Robson
The surprising thing about The Goodwood Ghost Story is that the scary apparitions it describes don’t occur at Goodwood House at all. In the story, which can be found in a Victorian anthology called The Haunters and the Haunted, there’s no moping shade of a long-dead housemaid lurking in the scullery, no headless lady in the ballroom. There are two apparitions: one in Bognor, the other at “a lonely piece of road, long and dreary” in the nearby Sussex countryside. She was called Harriet, or “Mr M”, this ghost, and Goodwood is where she met her grisly end — on August 23, 1831 — as related by Mrs M’s brother-in-law.
Not the scariest of ghost stories, the yarn, which is “doubtfully attributed to Charles Dickens” — very doubtfully — is perhaps more cautionary tale than spine-chiller. The moral? Ladies, don’t let a handsome face distract you from your duty. And never, ever, put up your hair with a heavy metal comb.
Mrs M was a fine-looking widow with a draper’s business in Bognor, and “several suitors for her hand”. But the suitor she liked was the rather unsuitable Mr Barton — “a man in poor circumstances, he had no other motive in his proposal of marriage, so my wife thought, than to better himself”. But when the Duke of Richmond opened the park at Goodwood for the day, Mrs M opted to join Barton on a picnic party there. Needless to say, it ended badly for her.
“My wife told her she had much better remain at home to look after her children.” But Mrs M was “bent on going”, and set off driving a four-wheel phaeton. What Mrs M didn’t know was that one of the ponies borrowed for the expedition hadn’t been broken in. The next her sister saw of the errant Mrs M was when she found her “standing in the darkest corner” of the empty stables at 6pm that evening, dressed in her “best black suit”. She chided Mrs M about the unsuitability of her outfit for a picnic, and on hearing no reply, assumed that Mrs M was being sulky and left her to herself. Which is why she refused to believe the servant who told her the picnic party had still not returned… Until at 11 o’clock, one of the party rushed in to say: “If you wish to see your sister alive, you must come with me directly to Goodwood.”
For having arrived at Goodwood, the ladies of the party decided to take a turn around the park with Mrs M at the reins. But almost immediately the ponies shield, then charged towards a closed gate. “The other ladies jumped… But Mrs M still held on to the reins, seeking to control her ponies.” Too late she jumped — then “the heavy, old-fashioned comb of the period, with which her hair was looped up, was driven into her skull by the force of the fall…” The Duke of Richmond, a witness to the accident, ran to her aid, at which point she uttered her last words: “Good God, my children.”
The Duke sent for medical help, but nothing could be done for Mrs M, and when her sister sighted the apparition of her in the stables back home at Bognor, in reality she lay dying in an inn at Goodwood. She appeared one more time, several years later — to her brother-in-law — on the road to Worthing. “Walking at my horse’s head, dressed in a sweeping robe, so white it shone dazzling against the white snow, I saw a lady… The figure turned, and I saw Harriet’s face — white and calm — placid, as idealised and beautified by death…” He asked her what troubled her. The ghost of Mrs M kept looking at him, mute. “I felt in my mind it was her children [who troubled her].” He told the apparition he would take in the orphans and raise them as his own. Then Mrs M vanished.