It all went off like clockwork. We packed our picnic chairs, travel mugs of coffee, a hot lunch in wide mouthed thermoses, the iPad, etc, and drove to a side-street near the A4, arriving just as the Funeral was starting, and set up. The road was lined with police officers, airmen and solders. When the officer-in-charge gave the signal for the 2 minutes silence, followed by the National Anthem, we stood to attention, too. More and more people came to line the road and, eventually, this happened:
We even made it - fleetingly - onto the television. If you look very carefully at the next photo, you may just be able to spot my yellow chair and DH’s purple one, in the top left-hand corner, with us standing in front and our friend, Howard, standing behind my chair.
(Yes, I photographed the television.)
The following Saturday (24th), I went to Green Park to see the tributes that the general public had left. There were thousands. I wandered around, reading the messages and I cried. Some were incredibly moving:
While others were just beautiful: