This photograph was taken in 2000. I was working at a marketing agency and one of my clients, Brands Hatch, provided me with the opportunity to drive at Snetterton race track. Not only that I would get to experience four supercars – a Lotus, an AC Cobra, a Ferrari and a Porsche. I was beyond myself with excitement.
The day started with a safety briefing before we each hit the track in a BMW with an experienced driver. This was so we could learn where to apex before being let loose in the supercars.
The first car I was presented with was a Lotus. I noticed the engine light was on when I’d got in position. When I queried it, I was told the car was absolutely fine so off I went.
Not the most comfortable of drives with my helmet knocking against the crash bar. But overall being in a supercar on a race track was exhilarating. The acceleration was so smooth compared to the car I had.
I was mortified when the engine failed a few laps from the finish. Although not my fault, being the only female in the group only fueled the “you broke a Lotus” banter.
I really wanted to love the AC Cobra, it was a beautiful beast of a car. However its huge bonnet and my dip in confidence made for some pretty mediocre laps.
That said I really picked up the pace in a Ferrari. The speedometer was covered so I was oblivious as to how fast I was going. But I did overtake several in the group.
The Porsche was phenomenal, a dream of a drive. It did everything I wanted it to. I sensed my lap times were even quicker than when I was in the Ferrari. They were. I’d hit one hundred and fifty miles an hour.
Although a long time ago, this was an unforgettable day and one that saw me satisfy my need for speed.
We’re linking this post up with What’s The Story, the photography Linky on this blog, and Magic Moments at The Oliver’s Madhouse.
A few years ago a sunny day meant sitting in our London garden with a jug of Pimm’s. Or another cold beverage of choice. We’re huge tennis fans so when Wimbledon was on, we’d have a portable television outside, continually re-positioning it to minimise the glare. If it was really hot, we’d abandon the house for a local pub and sit in the beer garden.
you’re invited in. Sometimes you might get a potato.
first, opting to transport water from the pool to her unused sandpit and vice versa. It wasn’t long before the toes were in, the face got a soaking and water was being was hurled everywhere.
It’s a little while since I’ve been in Central London. Least of all when it’s fast approaching thirty degrees. I lived in London for twenty years before moving to Surrey in 2010 though so I can move around it fairly well.
I also passed Soho and Piccadilly before reaching the Apple Store, the outside of which is beautiful. I’ve never noticed before. I was there, along with some fellow bloggers, for an Annabel Karmel event.
Afternoon tea with Annabel Karmel. As you do.
