It’s not often that you’re slapping on the sunscreen for an English stage rally in April. And while it may be cheesy to suggest celestial powers were smiling down on the recent Corbeau Seats Rally, it was hard to believe the sun was a mere coincidence.
That’s because the Corbeau Seats Rally on Sunday 19 April wasn’t just another stage rally; it was the first closed-road rally in England — a landmark moment for motorsport on these shores.
In April 2017, the Government passed legislation permitting closed-road motorsport. And, 12 months later, following a herculean effort by Chelmsford Motor Club, rallying took over Clacton-on-Sea.
The event wasn’t the first closed-road rally in the UK; Scotland has enjoyed the privilege for years. But bringing such events to England is the result of more than eight years of work by the Motor Sports Association (MSA), the UK’s governing body. Similar legislation has now been passed in Wales.
Entries for the groundbreaking event came in quickly and I was thrilled to be one of the lucky competitors, co-driving for James Newbould in the 1.8-litre Vauxhall Corsa that took us to the finish of Wales Rally GB and the Mull Rally. Now we were faced with 15 stages, snaking through the lanes of my home county.
As a long-time member of the organising club, and having competed on its stage rallies in the past, it was easy to be blasé about it. But arriving at Clacton seafront the day before the event, its enormity hit home, with ‘closed road’ signs everywhere and barriers in place to hold back the thronging crowds — and this was just scrutineering.
Come Sunday morning, with the sun still beating down, the crowds were several people deep at the start – and they were still there when, at the tail end of the 107-car-strong field, our little Corsa got under way.
Along the route, on both stages and non-competitive link sections, thousands of people came out to cheer the crews. The buzz was incredible; a real feel-good, positive atmosphere enveloping the rally.
And what of the stages themselves? There were five, each run three times. And despite none of them being longer than four miles, there was plenty to keep driver and co-driver occupied.
I’ll admit to being rusty on stage one, fluffing the pacenotes a few times. But there was no time to dwell on mistakes, with just a 1.45-mile road section until we were back into it.