Yesterday at crack of dawn we headed into town to witness what I can only assume will be a once-in-a-lifetime experience (in my own country): witnessing the Olympic torch parade.
It was pretty exciting, even if it did mean leaving the house at 6.20am. Gah.
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| All quiet on the Western Front (east, actually, but let's not spoil things). |
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| The start of the excitement... |
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| It's lucky I'm tall... |
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| Cue the Chariots of Fire music (although, on second thoughts, that would have been far more appropriate when they had the torch on the beach...) |
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| The handover. |
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| Please note the enthusiastic flag (streamer?) waving by the smaller members of our party (the blurry purple and blue bit at the bottom of the photo). |
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| And she's off (almost). |
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| We did. |
2 comments:
It's down here on Tuesday. We're debating going out for it; apparently a neighboring city (little one) has some festivities going on for it. I think the lady there might be the one in the picture in today's Yorkshire Post- she was posed on a bridge. Are you going to any of the games? I like the flag/streamer waving- I might have to rig something up for that, too!
How exciting! One of the few reasons to get out of bed early in my opinion. Can't wait until I get to go to the games in less than 2 months!
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