5am a long time ago
Celebrating 60 years of the Queen Elizabeth’s reign with a river pageant and lots of caffeine.
It is not often one is able to celebrate one being the monarch for 60 years. In fact it has only happened once before.
I happened to land in London on the day of the Queen’s Diamond Jubilee River Pageant and in fine tradition of British Bank Holiday weekends, it was cold and wet. Quite handy when my luggage contained summer dresses and skirts.
Consuming more caffeine, I found myself a pair of Union Jack socks to wear under the one pair of jeans I have in my luggage, bought strawberries and cream and headed out to brave the influx of tourists and head to the river with friends.
It seemed we should have arrived at about 6am if we actually wanted to see the river and anything on it. Lucky for us there were big screens set up and as long as we stood on tippy toes and jumped a little, we all caught a glimpse of Her Majesty and the family.
The patriotism is everywhere, flags and bunting and the souvenir stores must be doing a roaring trade at the moment. And Pimm’s and gin distillers will have a very nice return out of the weekend.
By the time I went to bed that night, I had been on the go for 76 hours. I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.