Rippling roars reverberate around the cliffs of St Peter Port.
Le Val des Terres is closed to traffic, for a Bank Holiday Hill Climb up its steep switchbacks.
The scent of tyre smoke and high octane fuel mingles in the still air.
Hot metal shimmers in the heat.
Final fettling is completed, in whatever shade can be engineered.
No detail is overlooked.
Competitors while away the morning. Awaiting their summons to the start line. Eyes seldom straying from the Leader Board.
A cool head proves to be the key. . . .
. . . .to posting a winning time.
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