I’ve fallen behind with my Year on the Thames project. Life, and death once again leaving me out of my depth and floundering around in July and August, not exploring places I’d planned.
For the Queen’s platinum jubilee I was warmly invited to join a boat called Old Guilder on the Thames. The riverbanks from Shepperton to Sunbury were lined with people waving. Riverfront gardens hosted little parties or solitary figures standing formally, one saluting the cardboard cut-out of the Queen we had on deck. I was standing next to her for much of the journey and found myself waving back, emotional at times, indeed almost believing I was royalty.
