Where shall we go for lunch today? A common enough question, but one which took on new meaning for me back in 2006.
In fact, it wasn’t so much where shall we ‘go’, more where shall I ‘sit’? We were at Turweston Aerodrome for a sizeable shoot: six GT40s to be precise, well, a couple of real ones, the new Ford GT and a trio of reps, and, after a morning of photography, the owners, snapper Baker, group editor Elliott and editor in chief Walsh all headed for the on-site café.
I’ve never been terribly good at mingling and making conversation [don't we know it – Ed] and I’d brought my own lunch with me anyway, so I didn’t want to take up space in the café just sitting there, looking a bit ginger. I will admit though, to having a teeny weeny bit of an agenda.
I should explain that this shoot was one I definitely wasn’t going to miss. The fact that two of the cars arrived sans drivers and I would be needed as a spare ‘pilot’ was just the icing on the cake.
You see, I would not be over-egging things to say that I actually LOVE the GT40. While others lust after a 917 or some rarer-than-hens-teeth Bugatti, it is the blue-oval’s track icon that makes me go a little bit funny inside.