We’ve all seen the Opening ceremony haven’t we? Were we thrilled, wowed, amused, touched, proud, puzzled by the show.
We heard and saw the deaf and signing choir sing the national anthem, and I defy anyone not to have had a lump in their throat as they saw the sheer joy in the children’s faces.
We saw Bond arrive, and screamed OMG it is HRH Brenda (I really can’t remember why we call her Brenda but we do), it’s her!
We thought a show with animals and children? What about the adage of never working with both!
We booggied to the music.
We cheered on Beckham, who surely had the biggest grin of the night as he piloted the speed boat down the Thames.
We whooped at the fireworks, the lights, the fizzle and frazzle of technology.
We wondered what Macca was there for – parked at the end of the show.
We heard the stories of the country flag bearers, and paused for thought.
We puzzled as to whether the world would understand the scenes about the NHS and Great Ormond Street.
We applauded the Olympic Flag bearers – all working for peace, to abate hunger, to improve justice.
All the photos were taken on my pre-visit to the Olympic Park and show some of the details of the gardens and the park. Take a moment when you visit the site to sit down, to be quiet in amongst the whoosh and whooz of an Olypmic event to wander down the steps along the river, to walk under and across the bridges, to see the flower meadows and the water planting, to visit the Children’s Garden. To notice some of the details, the beauty, the natural in this 250 acre park.
The bat boxes under bridges, the 2,000 trees planted , the 2 otter halts, the 65,000 perennial plants in the World Gardens, the 4 frog ponds, the 300,000 wetland plants, the 250 different species. The scale of reclaiming land, cleaning and clearing is immense.
And after the games when the work starts all over again to reclaim the site for London, to create the biggest new public park in a century. And marvel.
WALK don’t RUN