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I waved at the Olympic torch this morning

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It’s not every day you can say that really, but when it’s practically going past the end of your road it seems rude not to.

Considering it was at 7am on a Sunday morning there was a surprisingly large turn out too. Apparently I wasn’t the only person who thought that way. I’d been watching the live feed since it left the city centre at 6am so I knew when to leave the house. Crafty, eh? There had been people all along the route but I still didn’t expect to see so many people when I got around the corner. This is the view looking down the route while I was waiting.

I waved at the Olympic torch this morning
There were hoards more people lining both sides of the road behind me. Didn’t we have a gloriously sunny morning for it? After the soggy start to the day they’ve had on some occasions I thought we were quite lucky. It was still a bit chilly though.

The first signs of the relay arrived shortly after I did in the form of this.

I waved at the Olympic torch this morning
I didn’t expect there to be so much to the parade. There were many more vehicles than I’d realised. I was handed a flag by someone on a Cola bus, waved at by someone on another bus and wished a good morning by a policeman on another. It was a rather jolly atmosphere. One of the buses had a message on the front informing us that the Olympic torch was just 6 minutes away. Exciting, no? I didn’t get a photo of the 6 minutes bus, but the Cola bus was too interesting not to.

I waved at the Olympic torch this morning
And after all, they did give me a flag…

You could hear the torch coming from quite a distance with all the cheering and horn tooting. Once it arrived though it was gone in a flash. Our runner was number 18 and he was quite speedy. As there were so many people I couldn’t get a front on picture so I had to rely on trying to get a snap as he sped past. It’s not brilliant but at least I got his head in, and the all important torch. (although one of his feet is partly missing)

I waved at the Olympic torch this morning
I’m not sure I like the way the chap in grey is looking at me. I wasn’t doing anything. Honest. I was standing on the kerb, just like I was told. Gulp.

Oh, and the torch is lit although the bright sunshine (not a phrase we’ve heard much this year) has made it look as if it isn’t.

I made a hasty exit once I’d got this photo to avoid being trampled by the crowd, half of whom were also exiting. The other half were running alongside the torch and I was quite keen to avoid them.

So, twenty minutes standing on the side of the road to see a chap in white flash by with a torch held high. Was it worth it? Oh yes. It’s one of those once in a lifetime things, isn’t it. And what was rather fun, was that once I got back to the house, I was able to rewind the live feed and watch myself taking that photo of the runner.

How cool is that!?

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Author: Carole

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4 thoughts on “I waved at the Olympic torch this morning

  1. fancy seeing yourself on the tele – how cool! It went through here at the start of last month, quite exciting.

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  2. I really love that you had the idea of checking that live feed because I wouldn’t have occurred to me

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  3. How neat is that seeing yourself on the live feed rewind.

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  4. I particularly love the bit where you rewound the live feed!
    We went to see it a few weeks ago and I really enjoyed it, although our ‘runner’ was a bit of a disappointment.
    I never thought to try and see myself on the live feed though.

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