A friend and I were getting ourselves organised to watch a few of the Olympics events together. They mentioned that they had actually been present for one of those events four years ago, and I began to remember what a lovely happy three weeks they were. Even for me, stuck on the sofa with a post-operative ankle waving in the air
Four years on, the most straightforwardedly happy and exciting memory is that of Epke Zonderland winning the High Bar gold: