The Olympic Torch just passed through our village.
I stencilled a bag to commemorate the day.
The paint had no time to set so I had to the hope that the rain did not damage it. Red, white and blue was worn, flags were shown, whistles were blown, the police outriders waved and touched hands with the crowds. There were high fives, waves and smiles. The mood was jolly, the weather was not. Our sentiment was warm but everything else was damp and chilly
The stencilled butterflies that stood so proud at the Jubilee celebration attempted a soggy, patriotic welcome as George Nicholson from Durham ran through the lower part of the village of Stocksfield ferrying the torch on it's journey to the Olympic Stadium in London.
He and three other runners that carried the torch through Stocksfield is one of the special 8000 torch bearers chosen from all regions of the UK and for the few minutes that he approached and passed the rain ceased and the sun was kind to him. Many people admired by stencilled bag and asked where to buy them. I had missed a sales opportunity and should have had a barrow of them!
I had made two more for the window of the local cafe so sent people there. If there were no bags to buy at least they would get hot coffee and cakes.