70 days away from what I call my marshalling home and if I am honest I thought I wouldn’t have missed it as much as I did. However, rolling through the gates and over Warwick Bridge (Bailey Bridge if you are of an older generation) a feeling built up in me as if it was the first time I’d ever been to a racetrack.
As the chequered flag dropped on the 2018 Belgium Grand Prix at Spa-Francorchamps and I worked my way up the track to where the bus would pick me up to take me back to the campsite, I felt myself holding back a number of emotions.
As I was in between jobs I had an opportunity to tick another race meeting off my never-ending list of races to marshal. The Blancpain GT is a collection of roughly 50 GTs ranging from Ferraris to Aston Martins to Lamborghinis and most other super cars mixed in for good measure. Round Four of the … Continue reading Marshalling Away Weekend: Silverstone Blancpain
So why, when I get up for work at half seven, was my alarm ringing at 4:30 on Saturday morning? Why do I get up at these times when I could be having a lie in? I’m sure I have a screw loose. This weekend, however, answered these questions for me. It was an amazing … Continue reading Sun, Sea, Sand and the Occasional Crash!
Cars circulating as though they were on rails and little drama occurring made the first hour and a half of marshalling on Saturday very dull and dreary. As soon as the first Fun Cup race of the weekend started that summary of the day completely changed. It was on lap three of the race when … Continue reading Boring, Slow and Nothing to do…. Yeah right!
Over the years that I have been marshalling I’ve heard many people, many non-marshals, have a dig at our overalls. Some have called them jump suits, others boiler suits and on one occasion we have had people mistake us for astronauts and ask if we were on a stag do, although it was pointed out … Continue reading That colour doesn’t suit me!
A big trip deserves a big blog, so sit back and enjoy this one! They say a week is a long time in politics, but it can also be true for motorsport marshals! After braving the snow and -2 temperatures of Oulton Park for the season opener, Sarah and I were heading down under for … Continue reading From Oulton Park in the snow to Albert Park in the Sun!