Georgina-Kate Adams writes: I have long dreamed of experiencing the life of a Sixties teenager, but as I began my third attempt at recreating Twiggy’s iconic make-up, early on Friday morning, I started to wonder whether I was cut out for it. I now understand why my mother said it took her four hours to get ready for discos!

My efforts were all in honour of Vintage At Goodwood and, with an original dress from the boutique Sixties collection designed by Twiggy herself, I was determined to get the look right. But, alas, as we parked on site the heavens opened and looked set to destroy the perfectly styled mannequins now working their way across the field.

For many, straw hats were transformed into rain hats, but I was lucky enough to have a Sixties waxed raincoat with me. The street style photographers who were on the prowl seemed to think this accentuated my outfit and, within seconds of walking through the entrance gate, WGSN had me posing against a complementary-coloured vintage car.

By the time I got to the spectacular, rainbow, high street, the skies had sealed, although they faltered at short intervals throughout the day – but it would take more than that to break our spirits! And, should they ever waver, there were plenty of spirits in the Tanqueray tent to top us up whenever we needed them! Not to mention hot cups of tea, hog roast rolls and superfood salads around every corner.

With only one day to explore, we scarcely knew where to begin, but ventured down Penny Lane Street, where the excited bustle was abuzz with intrigue and nostalgia – depending on the age bracket. After a quick picnic beside a silver bullet caravan – and a few more style snaps – we joined the queue for the Zandra Rhodes fashion show and fell deep in discussion with other punters about their outfits and memories of eras gone by. One retirement-aged man seemed horrified when his wife confessed that she used to plaster on false lashes, like mine!

Unfortunately Zandra had to pull out of the show at the last minute, but was replaced by her close friend, the equally eccentric Molly Parkin, with a compact collection inspired by the ladyboys of Bangkok and her other outstanding memories of the 1960s. This saw Parkin fulfil her dream of dressing the original supermodel, and muse to couturier Pierre Balmain, Bronwen Astor, who is still going strong in her 80th year. And Bronwen was not the last icon to take a turn, for she was later followed by a nostalgic flashback by Patti Label and of course Sandy Shaw, on the main music stage.

For me, the fashion tent was the place to be, but I also found time for a quick game at the coconut shy, a lot of silly photos in ‘The Mighty Booth’ and a general explore of the charms of the festival – although I worked hard to avoid the vintage clothing stalls, for fear my scarce pennies would evaporate in no time!

By the end of the night, I was dancing to The Small Faces, with shooting stars flying overhead. As Ronnie Wood and Mick Hucknall’s effortless synergy seeped into my soul, I decided that perhaps I could have been a Sixties child after all.

Georgina-Kate launches her blog on September 1