The Queen has touched down. That was the word on the news last night. She’s a hardy old girl isn’t she. I remember when she touched down in 1970. I was only six but those were the days when we used to sing God Save the Queen at school every morning while we stood and faced a picture of her on the wall. One group of lucky kiddies got to go on a long bus trip so they could stand on the side of a road in the middle of nowhere and wave and cheer as she drove by.
She touched down in the 1950’s as well, I think she was only 26 then. And of course Papa was there with his camera.