After 5 days and 6 nights away, I'm home again. 5 days of map reading, worrying about losing entry tickets, and stuffing the earphones of my FM walkman into my ears to listening to the English commentary over the noise of the race cars. This was my 4th year at LeMans, and I've nearly got it sorted. The first year, I learned that having a map and knowing where you're going is a good idea. The second year I learned that you can't survive on bread and muesli bars alone for a week, last year that central France can be very hot and some sort of sun protection is needed and this year I've learned about hair. Hair? Well, as Ray knows, traditionally, I've had a good short shearing prior to the LeMans trip. I thought my hair was still short after the NYC cut back in March. It's not. It's now that awful uncontrollable in-between stage... That's something you find out only when you're 400 miles from home at a campsite. Early morning 'campsite hair' is easily covered up with a Team Langoustine hat, but 'hat hair' is worse, so once the hat is on it must stay on. Something you only find out when you look in a mirror an hour or so after removing the hat. Back to the crew cut for next year!

The missing PotD pictures 10th-13th June still to come... once they're back from the lab!