Anyway, Mallory Park… A double header weekend in the paddock that resembles Beruit on a particularly bad day, but we did get to camp next to one of three lakes situated inside the circuit. No swan attacks or even mosquito plagues, which is always a good thing.  We arrived on Saturday evening, and whilst Martin, Andrew and I unloaded the car, awning and equipment ready for Sunday and Monday, Emma found a suitable spot for the tents and put them up. Before we knew it the car was safely in bed in the awning, and we were clambering into our tents hoping for some luck and some nice weather.

I awoke, as usual, quite a long time after the rest of the team, to the smell of frying bacon (and the taunts about mine going into the lake), and once fed and watered we got ready for scrutineering and signing on, both of which were fairly uneventful.  At signing on we we asked to supply either £5 or a chocolate bar for a Marshals Fund, and as I didn’t happen to have chocolate on me had to cough up the fiver. At which point there was some entrepreneurial discussions about buying Mars Bars for 80p from the burger stands and selling them to unwitting competitors in the signing on queue for £4, thus making a healthy profit (a rarity in club motorsport).  Sadly, none of us had the gumption (or the initial capital) to set up this business, which was a shame.