Royal Wedding

A gloroius day in London and the rest of the country, each soaking up the joy emanating from the happy couple and me where I feel very at home, swaying with crowds and cheering on the Royal procession, by myself but never alone. Arriving at 6am meant I was still about 6 rows back from the thronging crowds, the image captured on tip toes and live view which for most of us ended up being humously misjudged till I found this gem amongst them.

Cheers to my favourite city in the World, my hometown, for hosting such a momentous event and long into the night in the country with my sister, watching the TV coverage I hadn't seen after a right old knees up in the pub.

I have never known the entire country to feel so happy. It sways and radiates joy, like the endless sunny Spring days feeling much like summer that have blessed this trip. It's overwhelming gorgeous.

How fortunate was I to be there on the Mall watching the procession and then by the luck of the police crowd control, to be swept moments from the Palace gates and that all too wanted first kiss.

To be a moment of great history I feel quite honoured, there by myself as I'd been for Diana's memorial. If only I'd had one of those huge zooms with me and not a pack of memory cards that kept reading full. Delete, delete, quick!

Fairytales do come true...