The Olympic Torch Relay hit my home town of Tunbridge Wells today but I nearly didn’t go. I wanted to get on with last week’s wedding pictures and but Mrs Dog Snapper made it very clear that I was required for child control business and was to bring my camera also. She always knows best.
The sun came out as the hoards walked along St Johns Road up to the town where we decided that just outside Alexander Boyes Estate Agency would be the perfect place to plonk ourselves. The man next to us pointed out a couple of ‘flag ladies’ who were handing them out for free, so that was that bit done.
With twenty minutes or so before the torch went by, the morning was to turn into a little dog snapping session. First up there was the two Labradoodles named after areas on the shipping forecast. Cromarty is the white one and Fisher, the black one. I was told that there is or was, also an Alsatian, aptly named German Bight. This was all looking and sounding very good. I’m part of a quiz team and the shipping forecast comes up quite a bit so I’ve made an extra effort to familiarise myself with it. Although, it has no practical use for me, there’s something quite mesmerising about listening to the shipping forecast when it comes on (a bit like hearing The Archers theme tune). I even miss it when listening to Test Match Special on DAB radio as they don’t break for it like they do on LW radio.
So after these two had been photographed, I had to see if there were any more and spotted a Springer Spaniel across the road, outside Sankeys restaurant (with their extra scaffold frontage!!) I’m not sure if this dog is the same Lily that I photographed in Grosvenor Park a few months back (she was a very wet dog then) but I did recognise the owner as being a girl I went to Primary School with. Some people just never get out of Tunbridge Wells.
Lastly, behind where we were sitting is Lulu, a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, trying to get an elevated position on the steps for when the torch came by. I’m glad it wasn’t a really long wait and the crowds definately grew and grew as the masses came out of their offices. A helicopter signalled that they were near by, a few ‘official sponsors’ floats came past with happy, smiling, beautiful people on, waving at everybody. Then the real moment of excitement as the torch bearer wearing his ‘official tracksuit’ came by with a big grin flanked by four ‘official bodyguards’. I even made sure I got my kids in the frame on the right so they’ve got a something to look back on for the future. I’d like to let you know who this chap is but looking on the ‘official’ website, there’s no mention of him. Looking at the list of eight torch beariers coming through Tunbridge Wells, I could rule out four as they are female and he’s obviously not one of the men aged 43, 65 or 68. So he must be Alex Gerrity I thought, until I read ‘his’ biog and see that “My dream is to be the first Female Mayor of London…” I did go back to see if he was in fact a she, but no, he is definately a ‘he’, so I have no idea who he is. Someone put me right.
Cromarty and Fisher, Labradoodles
Lily, Springer Spaniel
Lulu, Cavalier King Charles Spaniel
Photographers at Olympic Torch Relay in Tunbridge Wells
Olympic Torch Relay in Tunbridge Wells
Annnnd, he’s gone.
Just look at this pampered pooch. Alfie, a Shih Tzu, gets to travel around with Jo from Southborough Carpets each day and has his own comfy cushion on the front passenger seat. Jo is a real talker so if she comes by, Alfie often has a long wait in the car.
Here he is as Jo is about to leave (Jo is one of these people that “doesn’t like having my picture taken”). So she hid while thrusting Alfie upwards so that he could say goodbye to Barney (in the last picture).