It was a warm evening.
We sat on the grassy roundabout in front of Worcester Cathedral and soaked up the atmosphere.
'They'll get a good view'
'Are you allowed to climb on the war memorial?'
There was a lot of local colour.
The moment was drawing near.
|Flame can just about be seen in the middle of the picture|
The bearer was not very tall.
All we saw was the flame's tip.
'Is that it?'
'That was it. Remember it.'
( George's friend Alex was a bearer. George went to watch him at the other end of Worcester.)