The eco warriors have released it back into the wild. His pals seem happy to see him. please log in to view this image
Ceremony at cenotaph today. Had the bagpipes going. Gets the hairs on my arms the sound of the pipes.
It’s fake, the plane doing somersaults isn’t even the same one as the one being being evacuated in the second half of the video. It was done by a film production company who normally specialise in CGI spaceship scenes.
Great story from Olly Holt United by the joy of sport: What Louis' parkrun can teach us all Louis might have completed the slowest parkrun ever, his dad thinks. Chris King smiles when he recalls it. Somewhere towards the end of the 5km course in Nene Park on the outskirts of Peterborough, Louis was overtaken by a woman with one leg. His face was turning a funny shade of blue by the time he got to the finish line. That might have been something to do with the hole in his heart. Probably the reason why he was so out of breath. Or maybe it was something to do with his Down's syndrome. Probably the reason his legs felt so tired. Or maybe it was the ear condition he has. Not great for his balance. Or maybe it was the hypermobility he suffers from, which means he has to wear orthotics in his shoes. But Louis tends not to think about obstacles like that. He had been desperate to do the parkrun. He had seen his dad do it and he had pleaded to be allowed to take part in it, too. So, slightly against his better judgment, Chris let him. Louis had been going for an hour and eight minutes when he came around the final bend one Saturday morning in August last year. please log in to view this image Louis (pictured) might have completed the slowest parkrun ever, his dad Chris King thinks please log in to view this image He was so out of breath... but that might have been something to do with the hole in his heart 'It was probably actually the proudest we have ever felt of him,' says Chris. 'It was never really intended that he would get all the way round. He'd begged to do it so much we thought we would let him get it out of his system. 'We imagined he'd retire after a few hundred metres. We were so proud that he got round and we were more than just a little emotional at how many people stayed to watch him and encourage him at the end and the reception he got.' There were about 200 people there, cheering him on. Most of them were runners who had finished their own race more than half an hour earlier and had hung around to support Louis. They wanted to do something for him after everything he had done for them. Because Louis has a great gift. Louis can make people happy. He makes his mum and dad happy, of course, but that's a given. please log in to view this image 'We imagined he'd retire after a few hundred metres. We were so proud,' his father Chris says please log in to view this image Louis has decided to become one of the volunteers who help to make parkrun what it is 'Every bit of our lives has changed for the better because of him and his twin sister,' says Chris. But his gift spreads beyond his family. I know. I saw it for myself last weekend. Louis is nine now and he retired from competitive running after his 68-minute epic but it didn't diminish his enthusiasm. The opposite, actually. He decided he would become one of the volunteers who help to make parkrun what it is. And so on many Saturdays, Chris takes Louis down to Nene Park and they head out on to the course to do their bit. Last Saturday, after the race organiser had announced that 'our favourite marshal' would be out on the course, Louis stood on a shallow grassy slope near a small bridge over the River Nene about 1km into the run and waited for the leaders to appear. First of all, he got out a tube of soapy liquid, opened it up and began blowing bubbles into the air as the runners sped past. 'Well done,' he said as each one ran past, holding up his left palm for them to give him a high five. Everybody got a 'well done'. Or a 'well done, boy,' if they looked young enough. Everybody got a high five. please log in to view this image On many Saturdays, Louis heads to Nene Park, where he goes on to the course to do his bit please log in to view this image When there was a lull, Louis went back to blowing bubbles into a gentle autumn breeze 'You're going to get a sore hand, Louis,' one woman said as she jogged past, further down the field. At one stage, a group of runners formed a queue to high-five him rather than running past and missing out. 'Thank you, master marshal,' one runner said in mock-formal tones as he went past. 'He seems to bring out the best in other people,' said Chris, as he watched his son greeting the runners and the smiles of recognition that creased their faces as they saw him. 'People are incredibly kind to him. People get something out of that, I think.' Soon the leading runners were heading back in the other direction. Louis and his sister Lexie sprinted off when he saw his schoolteacher coming into view. 'It's Miss Patmore,' he yelled and was gone. Miss Patmore laughed as she ran along with him. please log in to view this image 'He seems to bring out the best in other people,' Chris said as he watched his son greet runners 'It's funny,' said Chris, 'but the running community feels like the most inclusive sporting community. You would think it would divide the able and the less able the most but it doesn't. It unites people.' When there was a lull, Louis went back to blowing bubbles into a gentle autumn breeze. 'You can never have too many bubbles, can you Louis,' said his mum Jenny. And as the runners passed by, the bubbles danced and floated there for a few seconds, fragile and beautiful, until they disappeared into thin air.
Shall we give them the benefit of doubt that ones soil and the others gravel coming off the back end?
