Sunday 29th July

Just Brilliant.  For all the expectation, for all the hype, for all the fears that we might fall flat on our faces, it was quintessentially British. Bizarre in places, surprising, but very refreshing and different; in short it was a triumph.   And so emotional when the athletes came in to the arena, and the torch was lit, not by some super Olympian, not even by a member of the Royal Family, but by seven young unknown athletes, the next generation.  When as a child I was forced to wait outside the headmasters office for my weekly caning session I would read the placque in the school entrance lobby “To you we pass the burning torch, be it yours to hold up high.”  Forty five years later, I know exactly what those words mean.