Yeh, my brakes were cack!! but there again, I was going hooning into the corners a little too fast, so was having to jump on brakes a lot more. I think as Steve (Stribo) said I must have glazed them, but also I must have burnt off a bit of fluid (and no, there are no fluid leaks), as when I got back to Badminton Hall I had to call Rachel aka Relfski to ask if Steve could pick up some brake fluid when picking some fags up for Al. The brakes are better now, although don't seem to be as good as they were before going to Castle Combe, so maybe they need bleeding as they are new discs and pads on the fronts (I've yet to do the rears).
Also I was a bit of a plonker, as I had 4 crate loads of poop in the boot and a full tank of fuel, so that was weighing the car down and obviously putting more stress on the brakes. Also my discs aren't vented either which possibly would have helped. I still had fun though.