On the Thursday evening of a British grand Prix weekend Sky Sports F1 records their F1 Show live from the track at 6pm. Watching live radio or television being produced is fascinating. So many people behind the cameras. So normal the talent in front of it. Easy to see why live professional TV production is so expensive, just look at the tackle and rowers keeping it afloat. As for the huge crowd, they were a good laugh egging-on the presenters and anyone driving, walking, cycling, jogging across the finish line at any time of the broadcast.
I have visited a few Formula 1 Grand Prix, but this was my first British GP and lasted five days. What a spectacle of cars. What an audible experience. One hundred and forty thousand vocal fans pushing-on their driver at this old military airfield. This is the first selection from Thursday’s F2 practice sessions.
This is a very special island for my chapter of the Clan Lamont. As youngsters we spent our summer holidays from morning until belly-rumbles in the evening with no adult supervision. This is a stark contrast to freedoms young people experience today. Being a parent from mid-nineties onwards I don’t think millennials live with regret or have feelings of missing out. For me that the total freedom I enjoyed on an island 2.5 miles long by 1.2 miles wide in the Clyde estuary formed many happy memories for which I am very thankful. Continue reading Isle of Cumbrae