Our little market town has gone yellow. A fortnight on Saturday (July 5th) the Tour de France whizzes through and the whole town is coming out in support.
All window boxes, tubs and hanging baskets were planted with yellow flowers by the council yesterday - I watched them being done and now they have a fortnight to fill out and get more blooms on them.
There is bunting everywhere. Some of it is just a series of yellow triangles, some is bunting made in the shape of tiny shirts - yellow, white and red and white spotted alternately. Posters saying 'Leyburn welcomes the Tour de France' have appeared on the fronts of shops and the shop windows are full of yellow items and miniature bikes with riders (all for sale of course).
A local craft group have completely covered a bike with knitting in bright colours, including yellow of course. One of the group (G) sent me a photograph; it is in my computer somewhere - trouble is that I can't find it. However, the bike (very colourful and jolly) is now in the window of the most prominent hardware shop in the town, so when I next go in I shall take a photograph of it there.
There is already an air of expectancy in the town. It can only build over the next two weeks. I am beginning to catch it myself, but at the moment the wedding of my grand-daughter (June 28th) takes precedence for excitement. I remember thinking when she was a tiny girl, 'I wonder if I shall still be here when she marries' - well it looks as though I shall be unless something catastrophic happens in the next ten days!!