LIFE IN THE BUBBLE
THIS IS THE LONGEST I’ve gone without getting on a plane since I was 22 years old. And our early morning flight from Luton was like nothing I’ve experienced before: Luton Airport is a grey and unappealing bunker at the best of times but now, shorn of travellers and seemingly populated only by rifle-wielding police, it looked post-apocalyptic. At this time of year, you’d expect it to be heaving with holidaymakers and stag parties – instead, just echoing halls and the least I’ve ever paid for three weeks in a car park. It was a taste of what was to come in our post-COVID odyssey.
Formula 1 took a leap of faith in starting to organise events this early after so many European countries went into lockdown: the wheels had to start turning long before those restriction were lifted. That’s why, after much umm-ing and ah-ing, the
