Leant on a roadside barrier in Esher High St all afternoon. Healthy, but by no means knowledgeable crowds (People nearby realised I had heard of more than two cyclists, I was asked "Has Cavendish got a chance of a medal?", "Do they have a sprint finish?" and, once I had explained to a guy with a Dublin accent that Nick Roche wasn't the Irish representative "So might yer man McCann get a medal?), but they seemed to genuinely enjoy it, good atmosphere, cold beer, decent sunshine, and good sportsmanship towards all competitors.
There was a gasp of "Isn't she tiny?", and possibly a patronising "Ahhhh", as Pooley passed.