I love rain. But, I'm not a keen gardener, the owner of an indoor attraction, or even a sadist who enjoys watching other people's fun get spoilt. Well, I'm a little of the thrid one, but that's far more off topic for this than I want to go.....

Nope, I watch Formula 1.

The must hyped pinnacle of motorsport has got to the point where only a visit from the wet stuff, or an incident with a similarly chaotic outcome, can make it worth watching. Too often of late I feel I am watching a Grand Prix out a strange feeling of duty - I like motor racing - therefore I MUST like F1. Too often I'm very conscious that I'm starting to think of other things.

In the last few years I can only think of a handful of races that have actually been entertaining throughout - last year's Canadian GP, this year's Canadian GP, last years Japanese race, and this year's Monaco addition.

But now add to that list Sunday's British GP.

Living in the UK, I'd known it was going to rain at some point during the race for most of the week, so had made a point of making the time to watch it (despite going to sleep at something close to 5am UK time after the NASCAR race). And the Grand Prix didn't disappoint.

From the off it was clear that for one reason or another - weather, track, set-up, driver - this was not going to be a normal race. Any race that sees two different cars spin themselves round at different corners, especially when one of them is a Ferrari, is not going to a be normal race. As the track dried out I began to settle down for the cold feeling of obligation that comes from watching a dry F1 race. Kimi Raikonnen's Ferrari began charging towards the front and a constant string of replays, delivered by our very own host broadcaster, only served to remind us how exciting F1 can be when the cars don't appear to welded to the track.

But then the British summer arrived. Rain. Lots and lots of rain. But not enough to bring out the safety car because it's too wet, or even make the drivers retreat into 'grandmother mode' and lap at about 30mph. Cars that were previously fast - Kimi's Ferrari - went backwards as they found themselves hopelessly out of their depth on the wrong tyres. Massa span again.

As fans receded into the coats and under umbrellas I advanced to the edge of my seat. Cars and drivers that normally go round corners without a thought suddenly actually had to drive a bit. Keeping the tail from sliding out under power while making sure the front wheels turn. Felipe Massa spun (again).

As the rain came down harder and harder drivers that are normally no where to be seen found themselves 10 seconds per lap faster than the normal contenders - caught and passed them without a challenge. A pass, something that in dry F1 is considered an endangered species. To top off an afternoon of the sort of weather that has made British summers famous, our famous wildlife made a few appearences. Once, after Mass span (yet again) and decided to go cross country (I actaully wondered if he might just give up at that point). And once more running straight across the track at the point more famous for running Irish priests that English Hares.

Slowly the rain cleared up. But it's job was done, it had made the Grand Prix interesting, shuffled the order and caused enough incidents to actaully fill about 7 races. Honda's were third, Ferrari's were nowhere to be seen and some Brit was leading. Despite all this Felipe Massa continued to spin, being joined occasionally by Kimi Raikonnen.

I don't care that Lewis Hamilton won. Only that it was actually entertaining. If the British GP is indeed to move from Silverstone in 2010 I don't care, just as long as it rains at Donington as well.