It's dark this morning, very dark. And that is a sign of just how wet it is. There has been a non-stop downpour all morning. There are Met warnings of flash floods & gale force winds. And this is the morning that the Olympic torch comes to Morecambe.
Local schools are supposed to be going to line the streets to watch it pass. For weeks PD has been feeling mounting excitement at the prospect. He's intending to go to watch, taking his youngest grandson with him. He insists we all must go to see it. It's a once-in-a-lifetime experience.
We'd decided from the moment we heard it was coming nearby, that we were not going. Our only interest lies in knowing which roads should be avoided. We were particularly concerned as it is passing the Pub which we usually visit on a Friday afternoon. We have since discovered the torch should have moved on to Lancaster in time for the runner to lunch there. Since we don't set off until mid-afternoon the roads should have cleared by the time we want to go.
Looking at today my heart goes out for the drowned rats who will be waiting. And for the sodden torch bearer. I hope the schools have plenty of towels & hot drinks for the returning pupils when they return to school.
Personally I can't even understand what the Olympic Torch business is even about. I don't remember such runs in my childhood, at Mexico or Munich for example. Indeed the first time I was aware of such a run was at the Bejing Olympics & that was largely due to the controversy over Tibet. I just don't see the point. I'm not a great enthusiast for the Games themselves though I can see, for a sports enthusiast, such as PD, it must be exciting. And if it in any way encourages understanding between nations that can only be for the good. Battle on the sportsfield must be an improvement to fighting on the battleground of war.
Meanwhile my only exit into the rain has been a quick dash to the laundry room & the freezer for some prawns for dinner tonight - spicy stir-fried prawns & cashew nuts. Later on I will hazard another dash to the garage, our wine cellar, for a bottle of reisling to chill ready for the meal this evening.
That is, unless we're flooded out or blown away by then!
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