i realise some of my readers (if there are any out there??!) may be starting to get a bit sick of my olympic updates. Well im happy for you to pass this one by. I am, truthfully, documenting it for us and our family, which to be honest is why i write this blog when it comes down to it. 🙂

So….coming out of the Aquatic centre was a bit like leaving wembley after a concert…not the sort of thing you would generally see as a ‘must do’  experience with three small kids. So i took hold of my 3 year olds hand and made sure the older girls walked in front of me.  We made it out, found the water fountains and met up with the boys.

It was a busy day in the park, im sure there weren’t too many quite ones tbh but this was a big ticket day. Chris Hoy, Usain Bolt, just to name a few and so the numbers thronging round the park never seemed to die down. While we were in the Aquatic centre we kept hearing a noise that i had thought was thunder or a plane going over..when we came out we realised that it was in fact the noise from the athletic stadium. Mr. Bolt was in ‘da house’ 🙂

At the end of the morning session of athletics it became very congested. i guess a sudden influx of 80,000 people will do that. We had an idea of going to sit on the hill and eat our lunch where the big screen shows the events unfolding and to be honest i was a bit surprised to see a queue to get in. We decided against the queue and sat on an available bench near the incredible Velodrome and listened to the roars and shouts from the various venues that were near us.

We strode round the park, which is MASSIVE. It was lovely seeing people in amazing outfits…there to support their country. It was a big scandinavian day obviously and i loved how supporters dressed in their national dress would stop and pose for photographs. We walked along pathways lined with wild flowers in a wonderfully typical english summer type way. My girls oo’h and ahh’d at the exceptionally well trained police horses. The kids took a while jumping across the coloured spots area on the way out of the park. But lingering seemed to be encouraged. There was little presentations and buskers dotted around the park. This was, after all, for most of us a once in a lifetime and it was good to be able to soak up the atmosphere.

We left the park, passing by the fountain which displayed words of inspiration and hope that were spelled out by the droplets of water as they fell.  Tired but still smiling it was the end of our Olympic Story for now.

But we would be back.

This is part of my somewhat lame attempt to link up with my friend older single mum..you can find out about her challenge by clicking the lovely little link box below….