For Stage 7, I returned to the Chicane, which was being run the “wrong” way. The sun was low in the sky behind the main pit buildings, but there was a hint of “golden hour” and an increasing chill in the air. Looking back towards the Control Tower, there’s a long shot of leaders, King and Miles, following the demise of the Hucklebridges.
Mewett and Jordan were looking good for first in Class in their red 2 litre Escort.