'It's Race Day!' Sunday at The MotoGP British GP

Part of you does panic once you realise there may be other people in front of you with the same plan. You start analysing people's conversations and whether they are holding camping chairs or not to hope that a good spot is still available. The clock struck 8 and we made it our mission to head to the shuttle service as quickly as possible. Even though the first bus had left, the second was on its way and in no time, we were sailing into the paddock parking. Times like this is when I envied fans that brought bikes (a very smart tip for anyone wondering!)

Yes, we were 2 and a half hours early, the heavens opened for the first daylight hours of the weekend and somehow my trousers were more durable than I had thought through it all but we were officially 5th in the queue before others continued to pile in. It was at this moment we thought that we would be bored for the whole wait but The Wing, as it's called, is positioned directly at the end of the pitlane with a clear view over the barriers. Obviously this then meant we could watch the British Talent Cup and the warmup laps on the side lines (please tell me you understood that pun).

The rain just about managed to hold off for the majority of the wait and the time flew by. As we slowly piled in, we could essentially choose where we wanted to go from the great tips provided by MotoLu. It didn't take long before everyone got ready, and I truly mean that. The MotoGP Hero Walk is not for everyone: it's marginally stressful if you want to get multiple things signed like my clothes, plus photos and the expected people behind throwing things in front of you. The latter of which didn't bother us because everyone wants something.

I think we just about got a photo and signature of everyone other than Diggia who wasn't there to my disappointment or Alex Marquez and worst of all Fabio. Safe to say that Sophie was devastated by the end of the weekend and I had no idea what I could do. But the greatest thing from my part was seeing Bez once again, recognising me from Thursday and getting a final signature on my flag. I hate to be that person but I do think he was happy to see us again. To our surprise, we were able to get a photo with Marc considering this was impossible with our paddock passes and was comforting that he came over to see everyone. At least I was able to come away with my Lenovo jacket being signed by Pecco Bagnaia too. 20 minutes and the chaos is all of a sudden over and it was time to try and take a 25 minute trip back to our seats to watch Moto2. This instead took us about 45 minutes and we only got to watch half of the race, something irritating as I love Moto2 but I wouldn't pass on the Hero Walk next year.

As soon as we got back seated, it was frustrating to witness Jake Dixon so far down but that last lap showdown was utterly fantastic from our view as the fight went straight up to Vale corner in front of us. The Australian couple sitting next to us were also extremely proud of Senna Agius winning, although I was more pleased for David Alonso's first Moto2 podium.

Waiting for the MotoGP race meant lunch time so I sent Sophie to get whatever she could find (thank you by the way!) and ended up finding burgers and chips which worked great as grandstand food. The wait was not at all long and the nerves were finally catching up to us as they began to pile on the grid and the sighting lap began.

We couldn't believe our eyes when Alex Marquez went down in the first corner and the chain reaction that would happen for the next 2 minutes after. The grandstands were mumbling and just as we thought everything was clear, Aleix Espargaro and Franco Morbidelli crashed right in front of us and we can confirm that the red flag WAS caused by an oil spill and not Marc coming off in the next few moments. This crash was horrible to watch in our opinion; we didn't think Franco would actually get up from the accident as he laid in a foetal position and Aleix patted him kindly on the head (or so we thought until THAT comment got posted). Let's just say were were glad that the marshals did a fantastic job.

The one thing I was extremely excited about was that Bez got a cracking start and didn't go backwards like he did during the sprint. Unfortunately, I can't say the same for the restart as my hope was slowly diminishing over the thought of a podium but why am I doubting him? This is BEZ we're talking about! Fighting through the grid was easy work throughout the laps. We just found it ironic when it was Quartararo, Miller and Bezzecchi as all three of us sitting down were saying to stop the clock!

It only really hit me after the race that Pecco had crashed out of the race since I was so focused on the 72. Part of me is extremely heartbroken for him and I could almost sense something was wrong during the Hero Walk compared to his mannerisms of last year and I don't want to even believe the rumours that Ducati may not want him anymore.

But back to the race, lap 12 specifically. I'm sorry I have to bring it up. For once, the internet for the timings on my phone were working amazingly through the race and it was the exact moment that I saw '3.6' seconds turn to '2.4' seconds that I knew something was wrong and my face dropped. Mumbling now turned into gasps as the commentary continued and Fabio slowly pulled in front of us. Sophie was about to be even more gutted over the weekend. Thankfully we were sitting at a part of the track where we only saw him hit the centre of the bike and not breaking down at the side of the track. I don't think I would be able to handle that if I saw it in person. But it felt as if the impossible was happening, Bez was in the 1st place position with a 3-second gap to Zarco that kept on growing. I was dreaming, right?

Those last 7 laps lasted a lifetime as we saw Bez continue over the straight to win the British Grand Prix. Surprisingly, my phone started to blow up straight away with messages saying things like "you need to wear those trousers every weekend" or " when he won, I thought of you". One of the last things I properly remembered was his trackside celebrations as the entire circuit laughed at him before my mind practically went fuzzy for the next 10 minutes as he rolled into parc ferme and got on with the podium celebrations. What I would do to be down there with the pit crew to join in with their celebrations with my favourite rider (says the person that wants to be a journalist and pretty clearly showing bias this weekend, you bet I was singing the Italian national anthem from the stands!)

Even though there was a Moto3 race after, the shock of a grand prix ending abruptly after the podium is as real as it is on track as it is watching it on TV when you're watching the best possible outcome of a race. I only think I came down from the moment when I had to focus on driving home on Monday morning, so much so I don't remember much of the Moto3 race which must make me a pretty bad journalist! We left just briefly before the end of the race to get to the entrance at Vale corner for the track walk and get ourselves ready with toilet breaks and more portable charging after using most of our batteries during the day. As it turns out, we didn't have to leave too early but what can I say? My only experience of track walks was from Formula One and that was crazy!

Part of me hoped that once we got down, the Aprilia garages would still be open but who am I kidding? The race had nearly been over for 3 hours and everyone was packing away for Aragon, although I swear I saw a photo of someone with Massimo Rivola. The closest we got to seeing inside a garage was Ducati where we noticed Davide helping the crew pack up and it was a very sombre mood. All that could save it was the obligatory kerb photos and rubber souvenirs from start-finish straight and a last minute goodbye to the track for over another year. But let's face it, in famous words, I'll be back.

For the last part of the day, we sat and had dinner in front of the mainstage while enjoying the peace around everyone. It was only when Sophie pointed out all of the trucks leaving that I embarrassingly burst into tears. But this is exactly what motorsport means to me, as well as many others. I met the most amazing people this weekend, made some amazing memories, had great food and all-around perfect vibes that were almost better than Formula One! I just hope that one day I can be just a bigger piece of the puzzle in this crazy world. I think as we were walking back through the half-empty campsite in my full Aprilia gear, a guy pointed directly at me, saying the most fitting phrase "I bet you're happy about today".

I was. I was extremely happy.