The victorious Team GB sailing team |
After the disastrous start to the day when the Red Devils were cancelled and the scheduled WWII memorial flight was reduced to just one Lancaster bomber, the clouds disappeared around lunchtime and the sun shone for the rest of the day. It was still breezy though, and with gales forecast for the evening, our planned cruise into Weymouth Bay to have fish and chips and watch the end-of-carnival fireworks with other local members of the Federation of Small Businesses (of which I am a member) was also cancelled.
The carnival parade itself was quite impressive. The participants had obviously gone to a lot of trouble prepareing their floats and, rather sensibly I thought, the parade stopped every hundred metres or so, so that the bands, dance groups and club members could put on a short performance for the spectators before moving on. The parade lasted about an hour, by which time we were starving and went to find something to eat. Not so easy... everyone else was doing the same!
A little later we were outside again, at the top of the hill behind our house, watching the fireworks down in the bay concluding the carnival celebrations.
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