Sunday in Greenwich Park. Nice. That’s the best view I could take while lying down and that didn’t get my feet in shot, of course.
But that’s the last time we’ll see that scene for some time to come – the Queen’s Field, to give it its proper name, has now closed for building works on the Olympic equestrian stadium. Further closures will begin next month.
It won’t be Greenwich that gets the first taste of Olympic disruption, though – it’ll be Woolwich, where the test even for the shooting begins on 17 April. (Although some commuters might get to enjoy a faster 161 bus as a result – no aggravating diversion around the hospital, whose users will have a different opinion.)
So, as we pass through these points of no return, how do you feel about this summer? I’m still excited about the sporting circus that’ll be on our doorsteps – yes, much of it will be an arseache, but I think 90% will fall into place and we’ll be fine.
Yet I can’t help feeling worried. The Olympics organisation itself seems to be a pretty well-oiled machine. But are the other official bodies up to the job?
Anyone broached the topic of “maybe working from home” with an employer yet? For many, it’ll be a conversation as awkward as bringing up the birds and the bees with the kids, as I’m not so certain businesses have cottoned into the disruption yet, from asking around.
TfL’s Get Ahead of The Games campaign is a model of PR complacency, its map still leaving out the chunk of south-east London’s rail network (not run by TfL) that’ll be seriously affected by cuts. And while its new timetable seems to have held up over the past 10 days or so, the Jubilee Line remains a worry.
Has anyone heard anything official about parking restrictions yet? If Greenwich Council isn’t keeping us in the loop about that, it’s hardly going to tell us the latest on the possible missile site in Oxleas Woods, is it?
And why on earth are we having an extra bank holiday to kow-tow to the Queen, when one at the beginning of August would be a great help in getting us through the Games period?
I’m still excited, am still curious about the Peninsula Festival, am looking forward to the live site on Blackheath, and am keeping my fingers crossed for good weather. Hey, I was even tempted for a few seconds to allow camping in my garden, until I realised I’d have to share the loo with strangers.
But I can’t help feeling a sense of dread that something’s going to be kept secret or cocked up (probably by TfL or the council) that’s going to make the summer tougher than it should be. Or that all the whingeing will become a self-fulfilling prophecy.
But never mind me. With 114 days to go – how are you feeling about the Olympics?