The calm before the storm .... Knock Hill is crouched over the circuit like a benevolent uncle, but it has a mean streak at times - a magnet for rain clouds. Dry at present, fingers crossed, eh? The booktique is now open for business above the hairpin but I think Stuart (Gray) chose the location deliberately. I'm right beside the chuck wagon and already enveloped in the smell of frying bacon and sausage - and not a vegan option in sight! Such sweet torture, eh?
