The Sunday night after the British Grand Prix is always a quiet affair. Quite frankly it’s all I can do to keep my eyes open for any longer than a few seconds after I slump into the sofa, such has been the hectic nature of the past few days. I’m sure, if you were present at the home of the Formula 1 World Championship this year, your Sunday night was fairly similar.
It’s a Festival week, a chance to catch up with old friends, meet some new friends and enjoy the best drivers tackle one of the toughest challenges on one of the greatest tracks in the world. As ever I stayed on one of the campsites, although my Empire RV was pretty luxurious compared to the tens of thousands of tents that were pitched for the weekend. A little footnote about the RV, despite what my Sky colleague Simon Lazenby may have tweeted on Friday evening, there wasn’t a party at 3.30am and I’m glad to say that those on the Whittlebury Park Campsite with me didn’t decide to come along in the middle of the night. I’ll get him back next year on that :))