The central line to Stratford is drenched with well meaning tourists gladly exhibiting their Olympic tickets like peacock feathers.
Tucked away in a corner I sit resentfully observing the influx of tourists brandishing their patriotism. The world has descended on to London for the biggest sporting event in British history and I stand excluded.
Challenged by Headstart to find out if the Olympics really is an urban affair, Maddie, Rosalyn and I ventured out to rural England.
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