At the opening round of the British Hill-Climb Championship it was also the 50th birthday of the Prescott Marshal's Club. Some of the drivers took exotic cars to give the marshals rides up the hill at lunchtime. It was an opportunity to get my 1936 Alfa out of winter mothballs. Although the weather forecast was dreadful, the day turned out glorious and the run to Prescott through the country lanes was rather exhilerating and I realised just why I've always been a petrolhead.

I've not competed at Prescott since 2004 so I really enjoyed my stints up the hill and hope the marshals did not get scared! I alway appreciate the role of the marshals at motorsport events. They are all volunteers who sometimes travel far to attend and occasionally have to endure the wrath of the competitor or spectator (motorsport can be stressful at times). Meetings cannot takes place without marshals and I must admit, the group at Prescott are really a jolly lot who enjoy what they do.

Thanks guys for all the the assistance when I was competing.