Olympic Fever

The Olympic torch finally made it over to East Anglia the other week and after reading everybody’s blogs and seeing how much fun they had, we decided we had to go and see it for ourselves. We couldn’t make it when it was in Norwich, our home town, so headed down the road to see it at Southwold.

We got there nice and early for a good spot in front of the pier, perfect for dashing to the beach once the torch had been. It was a gorgeous sunny day, a rarity for this summer, so everybody was in good spirits. James was in his element practicing his newly honed waving and clapping and chatting away to everybody. After all that waving and clapping James was exhausted and fell asleep in my arms just as the torch was coming down the road – typical I take him to a “once in a lifetime” experience and the lazy thing sleeps through it. It also meant we didn’t get any photos of the torch; it was difficult enough holding a heavy lump without trying to juggle a camera as well.

Once the torch had passed by, we headed to the surprisingly empty beach. We had a lovely time playing in the sand when James finally woke up and even got to have a dip in the sea.

All this Olympic fever has got us excited about seeing the canoe sprint in a few weeks time – are any other Little Trekkers lucky enough to have Olympic tickets?