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.
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| Aaah, Dorney, you look splendid |
In true British style we braved the weather.
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| 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.
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| GB beat Australia - neck and neck, right up to the line |
Patriotism abounded.
Especially when there were unexpected turns of events.
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| The Lightweight Women's double sculls (LW W2x) coming up to the finish line - to win gold |
And there were medal ceremonies.
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| GB gold, Australia silver, USA bronze |
And audience participation.
But it was when I saw this:
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| 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.
