Those who serve will be loved and remembered longer than those who cling to power and privilege are long forgotten. — Archbishop of Canterbury, Justin Welby
The final day.
State Funeral in Westminster Abbey, then procession from Westminster Abbey to Buckingham Palace in a gun carriage.
At Buckingham Palace transferred to a hearse for transfer to Windsor Castle.
In the approach to Windsor Castle, the Queen’s pony and two of her corgis.
Thousands lined the route, their lsdt chance to pay their last respects.
Looking back through the entrance to Windsor Castle as the hearse ossded through, one got the imoression of the thousands who lined the route.
A service in St George’s Chapel, before Queen Elizabeth finally laid to rest in a side chapel, joining her father, sister, mother and husband.
I have walked the route of the funeral procession twice.
The night before Princess Di’s wedding. I was in Covent Garden, it was deserted. Where was everyone? Hyde Park, firework display. When people tried to leave Hyde Park Corner, gates closed, only a small gate open. People could not get out. We were very lucky not to be crushed to death. Girl near me, said I calmed those around us. We were slowly slowly being crushed. Had there been panic, we would have been crushed to death. I had a cycle with me. Eventually we got out, but no better, Hyde Park Corner jammed, buses grid locked, jammed with people trying to pass between the buses. We then spent the night walking the route the wedding would take. Not yet many had arrived. We would have had a front view. But tired, I went home. Next day train to Scotland, then cycled from John O’Groats to Lands End.
The next time, funeral of Princess Di.
I popped into the garden during funeral procession as it left Westminster Abbey, silence. The only time I have exorrinced this silence and then even the birds were silent was during a total eclipse of the sun.
Strange times. I still find hard to grasp Queen Elizabeth II no longer with us.
Thirteen days ago she accepted the resignation of Boris Johnson, then appointed Lizz Truss as Prime Minister. She looked frail, but otherwise in good health. A meeting the next day to swear in Privy Councillors did not take place. Lunch time Thursday, her doctors warned they were concerned for her health. Members if her family flew to Scotland to be with her. Early evening we learnt the sad news she had passed away. It was almost as though she had summoned her strength to carry out her final duty. Duty dine, time to pass from this world.
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