Not
much today. Shattered and have a need for silence – but also can’t finish without
the last day. But I’ve gone all terse. Not very articulate.
Yesterday
was fun. Great morning/afternoon with Mary and Greg, over from London and
making the ultimate sacrifice of being on the Eurostar during the final sprint.
Thank you guys – so lovely to see you!
In
the grand stands above the Champs Elysees was busy, baking and, frankly, hard
work. We got there at 5pm, with estimated arrival of cyclists from 8pm. The sun
was fierce and Tam had had enough and so had I. Tam spiralled into madness then
suddenly fell asleep for two hours, thank god. When the cyclists arrived we saw
two of the laps of the circuit from our spot near the finish. Very exciting.
Then I had a fight with a random man – the rare loss of my temper, never very
pleasant. I decided both of us had had it. We walked back to our hotel (no mean
feat) and watched Kittel take it, and then the podium and laser show, from our
beds. I felt no sadness about doing this – we saw more and I killed nobody.
Good
for Kittel! Poor old Cav though. I don’t mind him not winning – and I was
pretty sure he wouldn’t today anyway, given the tenor of the whole Tour for him – and in fact it’s kind of good for him to come down a few pegs. But the press has been pretty bad for him, and I don’t like people being slagged off by everyone, so I feel sorry for him in the next few days. He must be glad it’s all over.
Scary
woman met Quintana last night. She said he was very arrogant for one so young.
I wondered if she had any idea how terrifying she is when she talks – poor
Nairo must have wanted to run for the hills. Anyway, I don’t buy into the idea
that sportspersons must be friendly and welcoming and open characters if that
is what they are not. It’s nice when they are … but if you ain’t Pollyanna
what’s the point in trying? Can’t you be yourself and have other valuable
skills than just warmth at first meeting of strangers?
Anyway,
Tam and I have had breakfast and are now back in bed. Enough.
All
in all, I’d do the group thing again, provided I could blog to protect my soul.
It was tough, but I learnt a lot and it made me practise and improve my poor
social skills. And Tam – well. It was a big thing to ask of her, and bar a
couple of meltdowns she’s shown enormous flexibility and maturity. There were
times I would have liked her to disappear but, on balance, travelling with her
is a joy – and luckily one I have many more years to enjoy yet.
Thanks
for reading this blog – I hope it has been
interesting/informative/entertaining. I don’t think I could have managed a
group tour without it.