I am not even remotely a monarchist (or a republican) but am surprised at how I’ve been feeling this evening. I worked like a dog through Covid despite feeling at the time (and still do) it was a load of hysterical bollox. The one time I wobbled was watching her first televised speech in the early days of the pandemic – we will meet again, the nods to duty and sacrifice from earlier generations, it just set me off. I blubbed like a five year old, and get emotional thinking about it even now. Good speech, whoever wrote it.
I met Charles once in my stravaiging days, just him and me on the Jock’s Road (plus the sniper watching us from a hilltop). Chatted for 15 minutes like you’d do with anyone you met in the hills, then went our separate ways (he was off to do a bit of painting). Seemed okay to me.