Well, it’s cold anyway, especially in the wastelands of Mallory Park race circuit. We were racing there at the weekend, on Sunday, and I spent the Saturday morning fettling the Fury (having completely ignored it since Snetterton) and we set off for Mallory so as to arrive at about 5pm when they’d let us into the circuit. Mallory is unique in that you have to drive round the circuit (actually in the wrong direction) so as to get to the paddock. Hence, you have to queue up outside for ages. Continue reading ‘April is the cruelest month…’ »
