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Go very very early…the queue was already hours long by 10am on Sunday when I was up there (didn’t queue!)
The thing with early though is they clear every night so there may be less to look at.
I’m already on holiday next week so I’ll take another day off another time
You weren't wrong about the crowds.
Took my family up to London this morning, arrived before 9am and enjoyed lovely morning light and fresh air before the crowds descended.
To Green Park where my wife & daughter vanished off into the flowers. I'd seen them a few days earlier, so I just kept an eye on my son who was indulging his new photography hobby. Damn, he's taken the camera upstairs so I can't grab any of his photos.
Didn't think I've an emotional reaction to the place, but the atmosphere reminded me every funeral and every loss I've ever experienced, and the noise is hushed and reverential too. Even though the messages were nothing new, i had to blink away some moisture a few times.
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Strangely, the hat and the handbag nearly set me off.
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Some tributes were just a bit too quirky.
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By now the flowers enclosure was very congested. There were massive queues to get in, and it took nearly 20 minutes just to get out!
Headed south next; the wide path out of Green Park was rammed:
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Finally got to The Mall, just as the King's Life Guard trotted along, turned and stopped in formation.
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There was was a building tangible excitement in the air, and then cheering broke out and the King suddenly slid past in a procession of motorbikes and cars. No photo of that, so you'll have to imagine he's in the back of that pickup. Low rent pope-mobile.
We were some of the few that weren't cheering. Sorry, not a forelock tugger..
Then off through St Jame's Park and to Whitehall. In hindsight, I can't believe how quiet the Cenotaph looks; Parliament Square was the complete opposite.
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A glimpse of the crowds
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Even though we had no intention of going to the lying-in-state, my wife wanted to see the spectacle of the massive queue. We stood watching it filing in, when three figures came striding along in the (closed) road: Lyndsay Hoyle, and I think Eleanor Laing plus some scruffly bloke behind them... Nigel Evans? I had to explain to my family who Lyndsay was!
Oh can't attach any more photos.
Then we had a leisurely stroll along the queue over Lambeth Bridge and back along the Thames on the other side. The queue was marshalled all the way by volunteers, army and police; uniforms of all sorts and colours. The press were everywhere, media helicopters hovered above in the blue sky.
I've never seen London so busy, and yet so friendly and so beautiful in the autumn sun.
The day was such a unique experience. Well worth the nearly 18,000 steps and sore feet!
You weren't wrong about the crowds.
Took my family up to London this morning, arrived before 9am and enjoyed lovely morning light and fresh air before the crowds descended.
To Green Park where my wife & daughter vanished off into the flowers. I'd seen them a few days earlier, so I just kept an eye on my son who was indulging his new photography hobby. Damn, he's taken the camera upstairs so I can't grab any of his photos.
Didn't think I've an emotional reaction to the place, but the atmosphere reminded me every funeral and every loss I've ever experienced, and the noise is hushed and reverential too. Even though the messages were nothing new, i had to blink away some moisture a few times.
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Strangely, the hat and the handbag nearly set me off.
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Some tributes were just a bit too quirky.
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By now the flowers enclosure was very congested. There were massive queues to get in, and it took nearly 20 minutes just to get out!
Headed south next; the wide path out of Green Park was rammed:
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Finally got to The Mall, just as the King's Life Guard trotted along, turned and stopped in formation.
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There was was a building tangible excitement in the air, and then cheering broke out and the King suddenly slid past in a procession of motorbikes and cars. No photo of that, so you'll have to imagine he's in the back of that pickup. Low rent pope-mobile.
We were some of the few that weren't cheering. Sorry, not a forelock tugger..
Then off through St Jame's Park and to Whitehall. In hindsight, I can't believe how quiet the Cenotaph looks; Parliament Square was the complete opposite.
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A glimpse of the crowds
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Even though we had no intention of going to the lying-in-state, my wife wanted to see the spectacle of the massive queue. We stood watching it filing in, when three figures came striding along in the (closed) road: Lyndsay Hoyle, and I think Eleanor Laing plus some scruffly bloke behind them... Nigel Evans? I had to explain to my family who Lyndsay was!
Oh can't attach any more photos.
Then we had a leisurely stroll along the queue over Lambeth Bridge and back along the Thames on the other side. The queue was marshalled all the way by volunteers, army and police; uniforms of all sorts and colours. The press were everywhere, media helicopters hovered above in the blue sky.
I've never seen London so busy, and yet so friendly and so beautiful in the autumn sun.
The day was such a unique experience. Well worth the nearly 18,000 steps and sore feet!
If you’re planning a caper I‘d suggest committing it outside London tomorrow because I doubt your local force has any officers left.
Our New neighbours (Margo and Jerry), bedecked the front of their house with bunting. I asked Jerry who the celebration was for and he replied "the Queen" At this point my ADHD beat me to it and I said "ah yes, I heard she'd died...." which apparently's a bit rude.
Anyhow, who erects bunting for a funeral?*
*apart from Margo and Jerry obvs....
The Good Life eh?
Update - every downstairs window (quite a few) has a different A4 picture of the Queen selotaped to it....
I've just driven from Coventry to London (M1, M25, M11, A12). I was dreading it because it can be a terrible journey at the best of times, and I was afraid that there would be people driving down to have a gawp at what's going on. I tried to get train tickets but the usual interweb outlets weren't working so I elected reluctantly to drive.
But good news, it was as good as it ever gets. All of the usual blackspots were snarled up but, if anything, less than usual.
Extra services will be running, including some retired heritage sets from charter companies, and some late at night.I reckon the big stations will be crazy busy tomorrow evening.