Apart from the torch itself coming through there were a lot of other things happening around town. We were regaled by Morris dancers as we were having tea:
Then we wandered down the street and milled about for a while. Occasionally someone would cheer as a warden or someone on a bike rode past. There was much flag waving and excitement. Finally we got a glimpse of the torch on it's way past. It was much smaller than I thought it would be (as was the man carrying it....):
There was still quite a lovely atmosphere afterwards, lots of people in the street chatting, children running about and everybody having a good time. We strolled towards the theatre and encountered some more folky-ness:
We got away from the noise for a while and went to the orchard by the river. We wiled away a few hours by chatting and watching the tourists go by on the boats that tour the river. We just managed to dodge the rain into a cafe for a bit before we left for home. As we strolled back through the back roads and over bridges, past the wildflowers and through the graveyard, I was reminded of how beautiful it is here and how lucky I am.