It’s the buzz I love. The hustle, the excitement, the sense of anticipation. A quiet village comes to life as it is invaded by runners, supporters and associated race staff. But underneath the buzz, Life goes on. Locals meet for coffee, children play and beers are drunk.
The natural beauty of a town is maintained underneath. White washed walls contrast against weathered wood. Cigarettes are smoked as a means of escape from daily chores and weathered faces are softened by a flower.
The tick of the clock is not stopped or paused as photographers and journalists document the circus. Come Monday, it will all be over… the influx will be gone and again the villagers will be able to hear the church bell, the birds in the trees and the rattle of a cup on a saucer.