The last few days have seen Union Jacks and patriotic bunting waving in the wind as you walk through town and welcoming you from each of the shop windows. I love big events. I love pomp and circumstance. I love having something to celebrate. So in the build up to London 2012 and with the Olympic torch passing under our noses, I was ready to get out and about and to enjoy all the day had to offer. Mr and Mrs Role Mama (Mrs is 38+ weeks pregnant and is SUCH a trooper) pottered around town from 10am-5pm. I insisted we all wear red, white and blue. We were those people and I was not at all sorry for it. We explored a newly renovated museum, we sat in the sunshine and ate watermelon while listening to live music, and we just lived life slowly. I long for days like these to linger on. The Native then joined the festivities and we watched and waited for those 5 or so seconds when the designated torch-bearer would pass us by – and that was a bit of a surprise. Here are some of the highlights.
…..Will-I-Am?! Perhaps he has local farming roots or is just a bit partial to cider.