On Tuesday the Olympic torch visited our town on its tour of the country. I thought it would be a great idea to take the little man, as it’s probably the first & last time he’ll ever see it – well, maybe he didn’t take much notice, but he was there! I’m going to record it in his memory book so he can look back at it when he’s older.
The torch was due to arrive at the spot where we wanted to be, at just gone 3pm, so I thought we’d set off in plenty of time to get a good spot on the road side, so we left at 1.30pm. We arrived at 2pm and were lucky that we managed to find a half decent spot just behind a couple of people; close enough so that me, being a short person, could see, anyway! Little man needed feeding so I got hubby to sit on the grass and do that, lovely wife that I am.
After that we just stood about for about half an hour, and the crowd began to grow; there were more people there than I expected there to be, especially as the torch was travelling down a couple of quite long roads.
About 20 minutes before the torch was due, came the beginning of the convoy, which included police on motorbikes (who were high fiving all the children!), a few buses with entertainment on them, cyclists, and then the runner in front of the torch bearer. The atmosphere was great, so many people cheering and whistling. It’s fabulous when you see a whole community come together for something as big as that, though seeing the torch was over in a flash!