Under Rydon Hill

Welcome to this blog about my time away from the tedium of domestic management. Once called "Tits and Things", now sub-titled "Life in Quantoxia", there's plenty of bird ringing (90%), some odd bits of general birding, some local steam trains, some personal bits and occasional 'away days' in other parts of Britain. Rydon Hill overlooks the lower valley of the Doniford Stream, where most of these activities take place.

Monday, May 21, 2012

It's been and gone!


We waited patiently for over an hour before the wheeled precursor entourage (sponsors, bomb squad, motorcycle escort, TV crew and coppers from the Met) trundled through, interspersed with ordinary traffic, for more than 20 minutes, then the "horse box" came in to view with the torch bearer running close behind accompanied by the eight or so fit Met. policemen/women alongside. All over in a trice. The crowd dispersed, happy; any vehicles just had to wait. I've never see the village so packed!


This was probably the most significant thing that has happened to our village in modern times; the turnout was incredible, considering we're only about 2,600 souls. Possibly 6 or 7,000 turned out to witness, what is for most, a once in a lifetime occasion.  


5.50pm. The main A39/A358 junction a couple of minutes after The Torch had passed. 

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