02/06/2026
A Personal Confession here:
Sunday wasn’t my finest day.
Without getting into it, let’s just say I got up on the wrong side of the bed before heading off to cover the marathon — never exactly a low-stress assignment. Things didn’t quite go to plan. I missed the start, missed the end, missed the winner, missed essentially everything I wanted to get, and by the end of the day I was convinced I’d let myself, and maybe a few other people, down.
A few lovely colleagues noticed I wasn’t quite myself, and a special thank you the wonderful, kind , who even rang me that evening to make sure I was okay.
Yesterday , seeing Darragh’s beautiful and emotional pictures on the front pages certainly helped cheer me up. But so did finally sitting down and looking through my own images.
I might not have got ‘The Shot’. But I got the hugs, the tears, the homemade signs, the cheering crowds, the kids on shoulders, the colour, the joy and the madness.
Maybe I was a bit too hard on myself.
Maybe these pictures matter just as much.