I was staying with my family in Devon last weekend when my son Ludo spotted that the Olympic Torch Relay was due to pass through Dartmouth on Sunday morning. “Can we go, Daddy?” he asked. “Please, please, please?”
Dartmouth was only 10 minutes from the cottage we were renting so it seemed churlish to refuse. Caroline and the other children were quite excited by the prospect, too. Even my curiosity was piqued. I envisaged a distinguished Olympian running with the torch, followed by a squad of young hopefuls in a Red Arrows formation. A scene from the Director’s Cut of Chariots of Fire. (To read more, click here.)
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