Once more the forecasting curtains where thrown open this morning and the weather streamed in. And that weather is…. lovely blue skies, with tiny wispy white clouds (which my old geography teacher would have probably called Alto Sirrus or something like that).
A quick cruise round the pits last night saw some mechanics either putting on dry tyres or getting the snips out on the spikes.
muddy puddles like this are just a distant memory (I was going to get flowery and poetic but, maybe not…
World Champs Friday Morning Weather Bulletin
