words and photo by Felix Page
"...where else can you head up to the grandstand, walk the pit lane or loiter in the garages, all in one evening?"
The rain was torrential. Atop the pit building at the bar, we would chase en-masse inside to the restaurant, fixated on the timing screens as lighting flashed in the background. As soon as one person ventured outside again, we'd all move out once more, sipping beer on the terrace. Night fell with the rain and the spectacle was turned to headlights threading their way around the circuit. Back here in the UK, we're fortunate to have some classic tracks and a host of characterful smaller circuits to nourish interest on a local level. Spa is a world apart, steeped in the theatre of the Ardenne forest, we left invigorated, until next time.