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A couple of weeks ago my brother invited me to come watch him race at the Knockhill Racing Circuit in Dunfermline, Fife, in Scotland. Heavily pregnant I stumbled about like a penguin in wet grass, loving the the roaring sounds of car engines and the sweet smell of petrol. I could have spent all day here!
Everyone met up in the on-site Cafe to grab a warm drink, get out of the rain, book in and do a quick briefing before the race. I sat there, sipping my over sugared beverage (originally thought was sugar free) watching previous races on the flat screen T.V. by the booking station. You can even rent cars to take around the track and it doesn't just stop with sports cars either. They have American style hot rods, Rally driving, Karting, Aston Martin and Farrari experience, and more events than you can handle! I was amazed that I hadn't heard of or been here before! Why had it taken me so long!?
When the race began they pooled out of the Cafe in seconds, all gathering around their cars to do their last final checks before entering the pit to be sent out onto the track. We waited until everyone had gone then headed over to our car and drove round to a location onlooking the track to get a good view of them coming out of the pit. It was wet, freezing, and muddy but that just made it even better! The water on the track created a glisten as it sprayed from underneath the motor cars, the roaring and back firing of engines as men and woman changed gears, screeching as people failed to handle turns and the beautiful smell of burning rubber. This may have all been heightened by my glucose drink I'd accidentally had earlier but so what, I was loving it. Then to my amazement, I accidentally dropped the camera! Thankfully because I always use the camera strap it only fell on my bump, which made the tummy terror jump as if he'd been asleep. Uhhhh? All this noise and s/he was sleeping!? The thought crossed my mind that maybe s/he was deaf but a couple days before I had slammed a door pretty loudly which also made him/her jump so that couldn't be the case unless the door slamming had burst his/her eardrums.
The next couple of days passed after the race and tummy terror wouldn't stop fidgeting! Then I remembered the race, I wondered? I grabbed the remote changed the channel to motor sport racing and up went the volume. It worked!? No more being kicked in the ribs and other places I didn't know existed! Our baby is a petrol head, I knew I shouldn't have had that sugary drink in the Cafe!
The happiest person of all to hear this though was my brother, whose convinced it's a boy and can't wait to be an uncle. I told him that I was helping fix cars before he was even born, so if it's a girl I'm sure she'll still love the sounds of engines and suspensions grinding together.
Thanks to Knockhill Racing Circuit and my brother we've now found what will hush our little one when s/he's in a bad mood, which as any parent knows is a God send! And now know that I'll be able to take her/him with me whenever I have a shoot outside with loud noises.
To find out more about Knockhill Racing Circuit visit their website