Monday 30^th July

Coming back down the East Coast this morning it was obvious that we were more comfortable in the wheelchair van than we would have been out at sea.  But…only just!

It was all very beautiful, with rainbows, the odd low-flying sea eagle and black cockatoo, and big, brilliant rainbows.  But it was windy – not comfortable, for a big van – and very cold. 

We passed a few mysterious incidents.  For example, why were there police cars, with about three civilian cars, all pulled up on the side of the road, with everyone out of the cars peering up and down the verges, beating at tussocks with sticks.  WHAT were they looking for? A small lost poodle??  A fearsome, if small, weapon?  Presumably…we will never know!

Pete got up at about 4am to watch some swimming races.  I didn’t have the energy to move out of bed, but I did listen, with half an ear.  Oh dear the poor men’s relay team…SO devastated not to have got a medal at all.  They tried to interview them straight after the race and poor James Magnusson, who had, inexplicably, swim very s-l-o-w-l-y, was incoherent in his distress.

Why do I enjoy watching the Olympics at all?  It is so very stressful!