That’s right: 290.
There were three of us down along the parade route on Sunday: Denise Foley, Gwyneth MacArthur and me. Between the three of us, we had the parade well and truly covered, from the first blast of the air horn to the final pints.
I could yammer on. I’ve been known to do that. I had an editor who said I couldn’t clear my throat in less than 2,000 words.
Better, though, to let the pictures tell the story. That’s what you want, anyway, right?
So here are three huge photo essays for your happy perusal.