My old flame

I stopped to take a pic of a bit of today's flame route decorations.
It felt like 1977: bunting; warm breeze, a hazy orange sun, swifts screeching overhead and a general feeling of patriotic fervor. All that was missing was a bit of Fleetwood Mac on the car stereo. I think in 1977 my brother and I were chuckling at this sort of stuff. Especially my brother. We'd probably seen The Maltese Falcon previously.
The flame comes to Malvern tomorrow. Kids are excited.