. . . . not only go out in the midday sun but also the pouring rain so they can go out in the midday sun!
Iffy weather forecast? No problem! Erect a marquee. In the rain. Oh. Problem. Hmmmm. Scratch head. What do we do next?
Aha! Put the canvas on the roof! Nice knees, Baz.
There was a lengthy time lapse and a lot of rain between taking the above photo and the one below. As part of the six-person erection crew to lift the half tonne structure into place there was little opportunity to take photos.
Once the heavy and slightly terrifying job of lifting the roof and inserting the supports on a windy evening was complete, photo opportunities presented themselves.
Is that a light on in the kitchen? Is dinner ready? Oh, please! Let me go in now!
After a week of foul weather, the garden party day was a perfect English summer’s day . . .
. . . . in a beautiful English garden, with five-star accommodation laid on . . .
. . . ample space for parking . . .
. . . . food, drink and entertainment . . . .
. . . . . and games for all to spectate or take part.
This particular game is rounders, a bat and ball game similar to baseball but played in England since Tudor times. That would be something like 1500 to those of you who think America invented baseball. The game played on this day had a very relaxed set of rules depending on the age and ability of the player. There were no tears. Not even from the adults.
During a lump-in-throat inducing rendition of the national anthem by Dr. Jesse McGuire on trumpet, not the usual warbling pop star, and due to Air Force cuts we were treated to a fly past of 50 – Fifty! – airplanes in a tight chevron pattern. Everyone pointed and stared, open-mouthed, as the single-engine planes kept in perfect formation. From the moment they appeared on the horizon, soared gracefully overhead and disappeared behind the stadium the crowd was awestruck. As Dr. J completed the Star Spangled Banner the stadium erupted! (Above video is from 2009.)
I’ve got goose bumps just thinking about it. Concerns about rain delays were forgotten as tufty white clouds and a brilliant Arizona sky formed a backdrop.
The parking lot outside the stadium was a sea of RVs with more of them littered all over the center of the track.
I had chosen to support a few drivers to increase my odds of picking a winner: Jimmie Johnson, because he is quite good-looking; Dale Earnhardt, Jr. because he won at Daytona and he seemed a good prospect; A.J. Allmendinger because he has the same initials as my son and you’ve just got love that last name; and Paul Menard because his car is so pretty.
For me, the racing is incidental to the rest of the excitement.
For those of you who feel that racing being incidental is a heinous statement, I took some photos of the racing.
My criteria for choosing winners needs some revising as Kevin Harvick took the trophy.
If you just like the noise, turn your volume right up and watch and listen to a restart.
My ears are still ringing.
By the way, did you know that if you put in silicone putty earplugs and then eat crisps/potato chips the noise inside your skull is phenomenal. It sounds like the world is coming to an end.