By the time lunchtime came CJ and I wondered what on earth had happened to the morning. We'd both been up early (in fact CJ seemed to have been up most of the night) and hadn't been lazy but at the same time I certainly didn't feel that I'd actually achieved anything. Nothing new there then. In the afternoon Gaz popped in having cycled out from town on his 'fixey' and we spent a very pleasant afternoon. Pat and Dave came for dinner and then we watched the Olympic closing ceremony.
I can well understand it of you have already asked yourself why you are reading such mundanities. It suddenly occurred to me when I woke up this morning that it was, to some extent, the mundaneness of yesterday which had made it special. There had been no pressure to 'do' anything in particular.
So I had time to watch the birds as they had a bath in the waterfall into the pond. I did wonder what the sparrow in the second photo was trying to do.
Then as evening fell and we finished dinner the sky turned into a blaze of colour
and we settled down to watch the closing ceremony. Perhaps it wasn't the sort of thing that many were expecting. I had had absolutely no idea what to expect. It was a young show for the young because when you think about it the Olympics may be viewed by all ages but they are truly the province of the young.
I thoroughly enjoyed it but, more than that, I found it a very emotional experience. I'm not nationalistic but every other country seems to be proud of who it is so why shouldn't the Brits? After all contrary to many expectations the Games went exceptionally well and Britain didn't do too badly coming third in terms of gold medals with only 9 less than China.
My Goddaughter, Louise, and her partner had been in London for some of the events in the middle weekend and I knew that they would be watching the ceremony. They go off to one of the F1 GPs each year and it always gives me a warm feeling when I get a picture text from Louise in, say, Singapore watching the same race in person that I am watching simultaneously on the TV. So last night as I watched we texted each other and shared the emotion.
As the lights extinguished and The 2012 Olympics came to an end I pondered on the spirit of the games and decided that I had two photos from the last part of the ceremony which were symbolic of my thoughts. Firstly was Darcey Bussell when she was being lifted. To me it symbolised the athleticism, the determination and the support on which each participant relies:
The second was these, to me, unknown young ladies who said it all:
We may be apart but when I look at the sky and remember that we are standing on the same earth, looking at the same moon, somehow you don't seem so far away after all.
Life isn't about dawdling to the grave, arriving safely in an attractive, wrinkle-free body but rather an adventure that ends skidding in sideways, champagne in one hand, strawberries in the other, totally worn out, screaming "Yee-ha. What a ride!!"
Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass… It’s about learning to dance in the rain. (With thanks to shabby girl ofA Travelling Fish)
But what are plans other than more restrictions? (With thanks to Pauline)
Feeling young is fabulous but growing old is a blessing!!! (A comment on this blog by Jaz who used to writeTreacy Travels.)
The trick to pushing 70, GB, is to push back -- hard!!! (A comment by Carol aka Canadian Chickadee who comments but does not blog)
Having lived the majority of my life in the Hebrides where my heart is, I feel I can now call myself a Hebridean. For nine years I lived half my life in New Zealand: a country I love. It was an honour being a part time Kiwi.
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