My bank holiday started a bit early, at about 6am on Friday. My mate Conor picked me up and we jumped on the Eurotunnel to France, and then cruised along the Belgian motorways for about 3.5 hours past Brussels and deep into the Ardenne forest to the circuit de Spa-Francorchamps. Its the longest race on the F1 calendar at just over 7kms, and if any racetrack can be beautiful, this is surely it. We spent all weekend at the track, eating frites and drinking beers, and made it back to London mid afternoon on the bank holiday Monday.
Not too sure what Ange got up to. May have had something to do with a bunch of girls and some funky looking drinks...? When I got home on Monday she was still out, apparently at the Notting Hill Carnival.
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