Luckily my Mum was on hand, in her official capacity as coffee and tea maker in St. John's church forecourt. She had a front row view of proceedings, although there were whispers that one of the runners actually came from Shepton Mallet. At least no one was from Trowbridge.
The torch is continuing its massively circuitous route around the British Isles, even though the high point of its journey is obviously now over, before it lights the big flame in London on 27th July, and then we can all get down to the business of watching the USA win more medals than anyone else. The flame has already blown out a couple of times - in Greece and again in Devon - but soothsayers of doom should keep quiet. The stadiums are built, the London underground has been upgraded...eleven billion pounds on a couple of weeks of fun doesn't sound too bad.
We have high hopes from Mum bringing home the gold in the "being lovely" event!
Children allowed out of school? That used to only happen for the Cheese Show.
Frome's finest make sure everyone's under control.
And there it goes! Hopefully carried by a genuine Fromer.
