Olympic rowing - it's far better on the telly

I finally got to hold an Olympic torch!

Day two of my Olympic three-hander came today with a trip to Eton Dorney in Buckinghamshire to watch some rowing.
I'd originally applied for tickets to rowing for my brother who is a big rowing fan - to the extent that he rows in his garage against dudes from Malaysia and Indonesia on his laptop.
He stuffed up and went on holiday so I took my auntie Vic, who lives nearby.
It's a bit of an effort to get to Eton Dorney, even though she lives near Twickenham - a train, followed by a shuttle bus from Windsor station, followed by a half an hour walk and that was just to the start where those two big blue stands are housed.
Once inside there were massive queues for everything - for coffee, for the water fountain (such is the crazy rule that you can only bring in 100ml of water) and for hot food.
Despite the early start and the grey skies we made our way near the start and watched a couple of hours. Auntie Vic lamented the fact she hadn't bought her Lexican cards with her as she pinned her Union Jack to the fence.
The rowing was pretty exciting, especially as the boats and the entourage of cyclists shoot past but the fact we were so far from the finish and these were only heats was a bit of a damp squib.

Team GB ladies in the eights

Still, good to be part of it, but to be honest, you feel far more involved at times just watching the whole thing on the telly.