I am more or less Jubileed out, so this’ll probably be my last blast on the subject for a bit. But here are some pix from Sunday by the river where the Union flag caused more than one fashion faux pas. There were a couple of familiar faces in the crowd too.
When I was walking on home on Sunday, I spotted these policemen who looked as they had finished for the day too.
After the Party
Helicopters in the sky now, so I guess HM is on the move.
I was using my Flip camera on Sunday too, but put it aside when the Queen came by, so she doesn’t appear in this little video of the River Pageant. As the rain became more determined the crowds thinned and I felt rather sorry for the last of the boats who had much less crowd support.
I hope this little video will give you a taste of Saturday in London. Amazing ow the weather changed so much in just a couple of hours. I so enjoyed my wandering, seeing the preparations, people and dogs having a good time. And of course it was an added bonus to hear the Robster rehearsing outside Buckingham Palace for tonight’s concert.
I’ll spare you the many many pictures I took today. At least this evening. But here’s one of the Queen with the nearest members of her family on dull grey day with light rain that turned heavy by the end of the afternoon. The flotilla, which I heard one US visitor saying as flow-tilla yesterday, a nice contrast with the British fl’tilla, was amazing, rain and all.
Imagine my excitement when I saw the Royal Marines escorting her, and realised they had been rehearsing this role when I watched them on Thursday.
It’s been a long day. I am working tomorrow, so that’s probably it from me tonight. I hope everyone has had a brilliant day.
The toddler looked around the bank and smiled. “Acceleration,” she pronounced. Or at least that’s what it sounded like.
She was about two; wearing spotted wellingtons and an Alice band from which bobbed twin union flags in the shape of crowns. A child’s fascinator.
“What?” asked her parent.
“Celebration,” she said, rather more clearly, and in case she still wasn’t understood, waved her arms at the bunting draped across the walls.
I took a lot of pictures today. This isn’t the best one technically, but somehow it sums up the mood in London. We are smiling and enjoying the Diamond Jubilee. The closest I remember to this feeling is when I have been in France for Le Quatorze Juiillet. It is about enjoying ourselves and celebrating being British. No pressure to send cards or buy presents. No victory parade for beating some other nation militarily for some dubious reason. Or for winning some international sporting competition. Obviously I am using my imagination with that last one. In the last few days I have thought we should celebrate the coronation every year. It’s good to say this is us. I’m not a big fan of royalty, but somehow that doesn’t matter. It’s about the Queen and yet it’s not.
The Mall, Looking Towards Admiralty Arch
Happy Diamond Jubilee!
I love this. I tweeted it the other night, but just in case you haven’t seen it. Sit back and enjoy.
With the end of May fast approaching, my thoughts are finally turning to the Jubilee. London is bunting mad. When did bunting become cool again? Free cycle is full of requests for old material to cut up and drape across the streets of sunny South London. If I had time, I think I’d make some myself.
I wouldn’t describe myself as a royalist, but I do have a fondness for the Queen. Thanks to a fifteen-year-old who has been absorbing the more arcane facts about Her Majesty like a sponge, and then relaying them prefaced by “Did you know….?”, I think I might do quite well at a Jubilee Quiz Night. I now know that the number of units of alcohol she has every day puts her in the at risk category; she likes detective fiction, which explains why P D James is in the Lords; her favourite Blue Peter presenter was John Noakes; and she currently has three corgis, Holly, Willow and something else. Willow is not a name that makes me think of corgis. They have rather short legs and are solid little dogs. Willow suggests something rather more, well, willowy. She was a fan of Kojak in the eighties. Who’d have thought it?