Maynard Knocked About at Knockhill
I was relishing the trek up to Knockhill. It’s a mammoth journey, but some of the scenery is lovely – even from the various motorways you have to trudge for hours. My particular favourite part is between Carlisle and Glasgow. The motorway weaves its way through rolling, deserted hills, with wind turbines aplenty, mist and rain adding to the drama.
But enough of the romance of the road trip. This year, I was accompanied by a young motorsport student, Jason Chidwick who is studying at Canterbury College but desperate to get to as many race events as possible to marshal, if possible. So having hooked up with him back at Lydden, we’d laid plans for me to pick him up.