This morning is much busier and much more controlled than Friday and Saturday. In the wheelchair stand they are making sure it's one companion only and the companion is given a wristband to allow them out and back during the day.

We are fairly early and get a good position just after the GP3 race starts. The race is won by British driver Dean Stoneman with another Brit, Alex Lynn, second. This is followed by GP2 where the race is controlled from the front and won by British driver and championship leader Jolyon Palmer. Hopefully there is a pattern developing here...

No British winner in the Porsche race by which time the stands are filling fast and as expected the majority are dressed in Ferrari clothing and carrying Ferrari flags. It's baking hot with the sun's heat radiating from the track and the steel grandstand.

At 12:30 the drivers are interviewed over the PA as they are paraded around the circuit on a flat bed lorry. There are a few more formalities then the F1 cars come around and take their grid positions. There isn't a spare seat anywhere by the time the race starts. On the formation lap most of the cars do a practice start right in front of us, revving hard and spinning wheels to warm their tyres. Hamilton doesn't get away well and is 4th the first time they come around but quickly gets back to 2nd and sets about reducing the 4 second gap to Rosberg, who then makes a mistake at the chicane and the gap is down to 1.5 sec. It stays like this until the pit stops but then under pressure from Hamilton, Rosberg locks up and makes another mess of the chicane. This time his tyres are dirty and Hamilton pounces. There's a huge cheer. Then bad luck for the home fans; Alonso's Ferrari stops in a cloud of smoke. We attempt to look suitably disappointed...

All the while commentary is provided alternately in Italian and English, and if Ferrari could bottle the Italian commentator's energy and speed they'd be champions again.

Hamilton wins from Rosberg and Massa. Button was 7th after a great battle with Perez.

The British National anthem is played for the third time today as the track is invaded for the podium ceremony but we stay put while the crowd clears a bit.

Later we walk the track; the bends are tighter, the kerbs are more jagged and the whole scene is much bigger than they appear on TV. As we get back to the pits the big trucks are moving in to take the circus away to prepare for the next race. On the way back to camp we wander through the merchandise tents. The prices for team kit [carrying their advertising] are eye-watering; polo shirts from €80, fitted T-shirts €120, and so on.

Over half the campers have left by the time we return and more move out through the evening so that by bed time it's only about 25% of the campers left.