This drawing has a certain wistful charm.
One of the highlights of my life was seeing the Queen in Queen’s Recreation Park, St Helens, June 1977, the time of the Silver Jubilee. We spent hours waiting, family and neighbours. And the sun shined all day. We found a spot in the shade under the trees and found something to talk about in all that time. And then the Queen came round with Prince Philip and cut a ribbon or opened a tree or something. It’s not nostalgia. I knew it was a good day at the time. We had street parties and everything. And we thought we had forever, if we gave any thought to the future at all.
Behind the celebrations there was something of a eulogy about the entire proceedings, a certain sadness at the end of an era. There won't be another Jubilee.
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