Lewes is a tiny town in East Sussex. Life there is quiet and relaxed, disturbed only during Bonfire Night celebrations for which it is mostly famous in the UK. Over the past two years I’ve been working there, the most memorable events have been a van slipping from his parking spot and stopping in the middle of the high street, luckily without injuring anyone and the fire brigade coming to our building after my burnt toast had set off the fire alarm.
Today, however, was no ordinary day. The Olympic Torch would pass through Lewes and the preparations had started from the previous day. Bunting, cheering, whistles, union jack flags and a lot of people had filled every corner of the high street, ready to greet the well-travelled flame.
Me, I felt very privileged and lucky to have been able to watch the whole thing from the comfort of our office window.
First came the sponsors
Then a woman dressed in green who played with the police
And finally the moment we’ve all been waiting for