This is not the first time I have found myself in a field on a TopGear Speed Week extravaganza. Last time, a couple of years back, the car was a Black Series Merc C-Class, the location was just off the back of the Hammerhead, the culprit was ‘lack of talent’ and the outcome was a substantial amount of fire.
This time around, the situation is less aflame and more bucolic. On a bank of waist-deep wild grass high above Remus, I am perched atop the Ariel Nomad – the scaffolded, off-road cousin to the Atom – surveying TG’s private fiefdom. As exotic, pointy metal yips around the track; up here is peace and calm. Fat bumblebees flit between wildflowers; pine trees rustle freshly on the breeze. Great clouds of pollen settle gently on the Nomad’s dash.