People have believed, at times, in pirate treasure maps. People have lost their way and their lives searching for the golden jungle city of Eldorado. People have searched for lost Nazi gold at the bottom of lakes when, in fact, it was in the vaults of Zurich banks all along. As a certain Dr Henry Jones jnr once taught his students: “Forget any ideas you’ve got about lost cities, exotic travel, and digging up the world. We do not follow maps to buried treasure, and “X” never, ever marks the spot.”
Except sometimes it does, or at least sometimes to tantalisingly, almost, nearly does.
The phenomenon of the “barn find” has become part of the lure of searching for valuable classic cars. The idea that someone, somewhere, parked up a gorgeous slice of motoring legend in the 1960s, covered it with a dust sheet, and promptly forgot about it. Decades