Towards the 20th Lap, the British Grand Prix had found a very good rhythm. But in plain description: it was a savage race, and so, Stadhaven was anything but calm right from lights out.
The spring air was warm, mild, and delectable. It naturally transported the scent of fuel, rubber, and smoke from one end of the circuit to another in equal concentration than the winter air ever had. The slothful clouds above proved a major factor in maintaining the perfect 21°C, regularly providing shade over different portions of the track. The drivers didn't even notice because of how fast they moved, but the spectators enjoyed nature's exhibit.
Fortunately for the nation of England and its government, what happened last year in the British Grand Prix didn't happen this time. The monarchs weren't chased from their suite, their chins held high as hundreds of Union Jacks fluttered from every post, tower, and grandstand.
