They watched the Olympic sailing from a sheltered cove at the end of Wemouth pier.
A free seat in a perfect spot
(she is happy to spill the beans if you want to know where ...!)
Unsure of the rules, they cheered when everyone else did!
Looking across to the splendorous Georgian bay.
Freshly painted, cleaned and made over.
Kiss-me-quick brushed under the carpet.
New deckchairs ...
Mr Punch still entertains ...
Flying the flags for Team GB ...
The atmosphere happy, laden with hope and pride.
Reluctant to leave the party, they headed for the sand,
to watch men of strength and skill.
Sitting on the beach, watching the big screens.
Fish and chips for tea.
Little man happily lost in the reveries of childhood,
playing in the shallow waters,
with bucket and spade.
Good luck Team GB.