At last it was my turn to enjoy some of the Olympic spirit first hand with the family. The *only* tickets I managed to get, might I add (thanks LOCOG).
It was a familiar venue for me (from past events, both on and in the water), but it looked fantastic.
|Aaah, Dorney, you look splendid|
In true British style we braved the weather.
|Pah. 'Tis only a shower.|
(Albeit very heavy and some forty minutes in duration)
With suitable sarcastic tweet.
We cheered the magnificent - and very exciting - Men's Fours' race.
|GB beat Australia - neck and neck,|
right up to the line
Especially when there were unexpected turns of events.
|The Lightweight Women's double sculls (LW W2x)|
coming up to the finish line - to win gold
And there were medal ceremonies.
|GB gold, Australia silver, USA bronze|
And audience participation.
But it was when I saw this:
|Yes, that is one of the cherubs waving a Union Jack|
that it suddenly dawned on me.
And that, dear readers, it how London 2012 has inspired me.