After the big change to the engine (carburettors to fuel injection), and the usual annual rebuild and checkover, I’d hyped this race meeting up quite a lot, with talk of how quick we might be, how quick the opposition might be, and so on.  All of that came to nought in a dismal weekend; albeit a dismal weekend with some positives.

The usual process occurred – we loaded the car up, drove down to the track the night before and unloaded, and then went to sleep. Only instead of tents, we chose to use the services of a local Travelodge, as tents in March weren’t appealing.  Even with our sudden increase in comfort (much like going from steerage to first class on the Titanic), we still lagged behind Richard Purcell’s palace-like motorhome!! The drive down was notable for the very, very heavy rain and hail storm that opened up on as we approached the circuit, and got us all very damp as we arrived in the paddock.