The lawn is cut and squared away, and I confess a plain satisfaction in looking it over. Later I put 16.4 miles under the bike, an even, unremarkable ride of the best kind. The afternoon belonged to the Formula 1, and for once the order broke: McLaren first, Red Bull second, Mercedes third, with Lando Norris taking the win. I had not expected him to hold the front, and there is a quiet pleasure in watching the usual hierarchy give way to someone new.