Yesterday we enjoyed the men’s Olympic road race as it came through our village, Oatlands, near Weybridge in Surrey. Today it was the ladies’ turn.
What a difference from yesterday’s sunny weather. Intermittent heavy rain and thunder greeted the women. But even the capricious English weather couldn’t spoil the fun for the hardy onlookers and the Police motorcyclists.
As it came through Oatlands, the pack was still together. Although the Dutch rider was out in front, it was still anyone’s race.
As my other half is Canadian, we cheered two countries on. I hope the Canadian riders saw our huge maple leaf flag!
The race has just finished. Congratulations to Vos who won gold for the Netherlands but also to our own Lizzie Armitstead for bringing home a silver! Well done to all the hardy cyclists in a very wet race.
Next Olympic fun for us: the time trials on Wednesday!
The Olympics got off to an exciting start for us today as the road race came through our village, Oatlands, Weybridge, Surrey.
The motorcycle riders who preceded the cyclists were very jolly, waving to the crowd and sounding their sirens or horns. One even zig zagged down the road, much to the crowd’s delight.
It was very exciting when the cyclists finally appeared.
One of the USA riders seems to be staring at me but he is in fact looking at another rider moving up to his left, out of frame.
Twelve riders were out in front as the race came through Oatlands.
But at this early stage there was still everything to race for.
The Columbian rider caught here near the very back is Rigoberto Uran who come through to collect the Silver medal.
After the riders came all the support vehicles and a multitude of spare bikes and wheels. Notice how the shadows bottom left seem to be forming some Olympic rings?
Afterwards the crowds dispersed in very good cheer.
The stewards were really friendly and good humoured – doing a great job.
Tomorrow it’s the ladies’ turn and we’ll be there cheering them on.
This fine fellow is machimus atricapillus, the Robber Fly. He perches waiting for a hapless and punier insect to fly by and then darts out – game over. He is not fussy in his choice of perch, even making use of handy humans, but he does not bite people. Here, he is enjoying a spot of evening sun in my garden.