Three months ago I was asked whether I would be interested in covering the British Grand Prix 2013 as a bonafide reporter. I said yes, but in all honesty did not expect it to ever come to fruition - how wrong I was. It has been about a month since being at Silverstone and now that the experience has truly sunk in I wanted to share it with you.
I write this from the famous Northamptonshire circuit of Silverstone. Geographically speaking though, I'm actually in Buckinghamshire, as the vast circuit straddles two counties. It's June, but the rain is pouring down. Outside, a cluster of umbrellas and rain-sodden macs bobs eagerly around at the paddock perimeter to catch a glimpse of one of 22 heroes who haven't even arrived yet. It's mad but somehow it makes perfect sense, and it feels like coming home. It can only be the annual occupation of the British Grand Prix.
It is quite rare that I read something and for it to elicit such an emotional response, but when coming across a blog recently accusing the sheer stature of Formula 1 not being considered a sport it was not something I could simply ignore.