Mick Hartley

It was all about skies this morning:

Well, skies and the London marathon. I wasn't really intending to get involved – just pass it for a quick gawp and then move on – but I'd forgotten how the route twists and turns, with the result that you can get caught, as I did, trapped in a loop in Docklands, desperately looking for a way out.

Here, I think, is the proper attitude:

But he was on his own. The crowds were amazingly supportive. I thought for a while this one man was greeting friends – "well done, mate"…"keep it up, mate"…"yeah, good one mate"…before I realised he was shouting out to practically every passing male. The women had their own supporters…"good work ladies!"

Or the woman who kept up a steady, regal, and very English, "well done everybody!"