A Trip to the London 2012 Olympics

On Tuesday we went on a once-in-a-lifetime trip to see the London 2012 Olympic Games. And when I say ‘we’ I mean 3, rather than all 4 of us.

We had made the decision when applying for tickets that we would not take Harry. Having returned I am convinced we made the right decision. Harry gets very nervous in crowds and the Olympic Park was nothing if not crowded, let alone the tube travel to get there… For the first time I can remember Harry had told me only last week (when we visited the Ryedale Show) that he felt nervous and held on to my hand when we negotiated the queues. I suffer slightly from claustrophobia so when our return tube train came to a standstill at Canning Town because of a points failure I had to get off and find an alternative route back to our hotel. Harry would have hated it.

Having thought about the things he wouldn’t have liked, some of those he would have loved: the giant screens in the British Airways Live Park; the music played in the Stadium; the cheering; seeing the Olympic flame and the antics of Wenlock and Mandeville. He would also have responded well to the volunteers all around the Park who were more like performers than stewards. As we left the Olympic Park at 10pm they had people singing “If You’re Happy and You Know It” and doing all the actions as they made their way to the train stations. Brilliant!

Yesterday we celebrated our wedding anniversary by visiting the Munch exhibition at Tate Modern, followed by a slap-up lunch at the Oxo Tower. We would have done neither of these things if we’d had Harry with us. In the past we’ve had to have eyes in the back of our heads to check that Harry wasn’t wandering off or touching something he shouldn’t. And there were so many potential ‘sticks’ at Tate Modern it was unbelievable!

In the meantime, Harry has had three days with Grandma and Auntie Ivy, being spoilt rotten. We promised to bring him back a T-shirt (but in truth I got that from Sainsburys before we left) and couldn’t resist some Andy Murray-style sweatbands and a gold Wenlock. He’ll love them.



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