We returned from Islay to find Teasing Georgia looking fabulous – her golden flowers, despite her dodgy name, suit the mood of the moment perfectly. We watched the Olympics every evening on Islay, jumping up and down and screaming at the television, before heading outside for a celebratory dram and an appropriately golden sunset.
Although rather ashamed to admit it, I have to say that I really felt as though I’d had enough of the Olympics the moment the torch arrived. Every project or piece of homework at the girls’ schools seemed to be about the games, every time I turned on the television or the radio someone or other was banging on about it (though oddly enough I loved Claire Baldwin’s 30-part (!) radio series about sport in Britain). In fact I was feeling very pleased that we’d timed our summer holiday so perfectly: off on day one and back near the end.
But that was before the brilliantly bonkers opening ceremony, which we watched en route in Glasgow. From that moment I was hooked. And as the Olympics wind down I am starting to get very excited about the Paralympics – feverishly checking ticket availability, which changes from moment to moment it seems. We probably won’t manage to get to the arena, but then if the coverage continues to be as good as it has been so far, I don’t suppose it will matter too much, and it serves me right for my earlier cynicism.
And whilst on the subject of the Paralympics, do watch The Best of Men (BBC 2 this Thursday 16th), which tells the fascinating and moving history of the Paralympics. I must admit here that I have several friends involved in this venture, so I’m not exactly impartial though I haven’t seen it yet, but those who have say it’s wonderful and not to be missed. There is a review on Front Row here.