I write that heading after being sat in my green egg chair for the last hour watching the Olympics! With the exception of this week (forever remembered as the time the Olympics stole my life), we’ve had a busy time of it of late. No change there then. Sports and weddings appear to be the big themes of the Summer for us, along with the now customary DIY and baby stuff purchasing… Honestly, I think I am keeping the second hand baby clothing market on Ebay alive single-handed.
The Tour de France kept us excited for a few weeks, especially Aidan. We even managed to get a few friends on board one evening for a TDF special:
Those retro cycling tops were brought out a few weeks later at the Olympic Road Race at Box Hill. More on that later.
We attended beautiful wedding of our friends Katie and Mike at Styal Mill, a National Trust site near to Wilmslow.
The guests were transported from the church to the reception at the Mill aboard a vintage bus:
It certainly got a few smiles from other drivers and pedestrians along our journey. It was a lovely idea and a beautiful day overall. That’s wedding two of six for this year! We’re going to another one in Southport this weekend and then have three in December, one after the other!
Last weekend we went to watch the Olympic Road Race at Box Hill. Despite the lack of a GB win, it was a fantastic day. The lads wore their retro cycling jerseys to watch the race:
You probably can’t see it from this picture, but Deiniol’s jersey (the pink one on the right) is sponsored by a company called ‘Donna Panty’ and features a hair follicle in its logo. You can imagine the fun we’ve had with that this weekend… I spent the day hiding in the shade reading before popping out to watch the cyclists flash past. At one point, a small deer got rather confused and ran amongst the spectators; I was oblivious to what I thought was a dog that had nearly trampled my head!
We were staying in a campsite nearish to the venue and the boys decided to create their own version of the Olympic torch:
We watched the women’s Road Race on the side of a road in a tiny village somewhere; I cannot remember the name of it. It was quite exciting still, despite only seeing them zoom past once compared to the nine times circuit of the men’s race the day before.
This week has been slightly more relaxing, for me at least. Aidan is back at work after a lovely week off; I, however, have spent this week mostly watching the Olympics and forcing myself to do jobs every now and then. Yesterday, my friend Rachel and I took advantage of The Sun and the Mirror to adorn ourselves – and Rachel’s pet, Betty the Three Legged Wonder Cat – in Wiggo sideburns and placards, cheering on Wiggins and Froome in the time trial. It’s amazing how much fun you can have with newspaper, cardboard and men on bikes.
Next week we’re having a damp course put in downstairs, which I’m not looking forward to at all. That means I’ll be hibernating upstairs away from the mess and rubble. Oh no, it also means I won’t be able to spend the entire week watching the Olympics! Hmmm. Maybe this means I might actually leave the house for a few days… now there’s a thought.
This will have to be a very quick post as we’re about to head off down to London to watch the Olympic Cycling at Box Hill. We’ve got a car full of tents, food – but no liquids in greater quantities of 100ml; camping stools and five and a half people to squeeze into Wanda the Kangoo.
A few days ago, we spent the afternoon playing with our pottery (not a euphemism) and have come up with a few Olympics themed ideas. Due to time constraints, you’ll have to wait until after the weekend to see our other efforts. For now, please enjoy some cycling themed pictures of West German pottery…
Good luck to Cav, Wiggins and Froome for Saturday, hopefully we’ll see you whizzing past on one of the nine laps around Box Hill.
On Sunday, Aidan persuaded me to go and see the Olympic torch relay travelling through our nearest local town of Ashton. Despite the start time of 10.06 for the beginning of the Ashton leg, I happen to go out with the most organised man in Britain, so at 8.55 precisely, we set off on the five mile journey…
A quick wander around the farmer’s market that was on in the centre, and after purchasing some vegetarian Caribbean pasties, we settled in a spot at the side of the Penny Meadow road to await the torch.
The council was giving out free flags:
I liked the procession in Ashton. It wasn’t all fancy, overblown and trumpeted up by the media at all, but what it did have was local people, a fantastic atmosphere and a bit of character. Yes, the town is a bit dingy in places, but the spirit and excitement was second to none. Everyone seemed to be having a great time, waving their flags and cheering on the creepy people on stilts…
I hadn’t really considered until I saw it that it was the first, and probably the last, time I’d ever see the Olympic flame. A very funny feeling, indeed. A few minutes later, we were whizzing our way back to Glossop to continue with the DIY and driving lessons that a Sunday brings.