THREE cheers for Her Majesty the Queen. Hip hip…’ A great roar rent the air as 323 white gloves punched eagle-feathered bonnets into the air and three hurrahs bounced off the walls of the Palace of Holyrood and the next-door ruins of Holyrood Abbey across to the cliffs of Arthur’s Seat and back again. It was one of those supremely joyful moments that will stick in the memory, a visual and audible demonstration of the bond between a much-loved monarch and her loyal bodyguard.
This moment had been a long time in the making; serendipitously, The Queen’s 70 years on the throne coincided with 200 years of The Royal Company of Archers’ service as the Sovereign’s Body Guard for Scotland. The Almighty had ensured that the sun shone for the afternoon of June 30 during an otherwise wet and windy week in Edinburgh and Her Majesty, whose public appearances have become less frequent and all the more treasured, was able to be present and was visibly touched by the parade and the presentation of a Reddendo by the Captain-General, the Duke of Buccleuch and Queensberry.
The parade was the culmination of Royal Week, the annual migration of the Court to Edinburgh, where the Royal Family performs its official duties in Scotland, notably an investiture, a garden party and the installation of new Knights of the Most Ancient Order of the Thistle in St Giles’s Cathedral.
Denne historien er fra August 24, 2022-utgaven av Country Life UK.
Start din 7-dagers gratis prøveperiode på Magzter GOLD for å få tilgang til tusenvis av utvalgte premiumhistorier og 9000+ magasiner og aviser.
Allerede abonnent ? Logg på
Denne historien er fra August 24, 2022-utgaven av Country Life UK.
Start din 7-dagers gratis prøveperiode på Magzter GOLD for å få tilgang til tusenvis av utvalgte premiumhistorier og 9000+ magasiner og aviser.
Allerede abonnent? Logg på
Kitchen garden cook - Apples
'Sweet and crisp, apples are the epitome of autumn flavour'
The original Mr Rochester
Three classic houses in North Yorkshire have come to the market; the owner of one inspired Charlotte Brontë to write Jane Eyre
Get it write
Desks, once akin to instruments of torture for scribes, have become cherished repositories of memories and secrets. Matthew Dennison charts their evolution
'Sloes hath ben my food'
A possible paint for the Picts and a definite culprit in tea fraud, the cheek-suckingly sour sloe's spiritual home is indisputably in gin, says John Wright
Souvenirs of greatness
FOR many years, some large boxes have been stored and forgotten in the dark recesses of the garage. Unpacked last week, the contents turned out to be pots: some, perhaps, nearing a century old—dense terracotta, of interesting provenance.
Plants for plants' sake
The garden at Hergest Croft, Herefordshire The home of Edward Banks The Banks family is synonymous with an extraordinary collection of trees and shrubs, many of which are presents from distinguished friends, garnered over two centuries. Be prepared to be amazed, says Charles Quest-Ritson
Capturing the castle
Seventy years after Christian Dior’s last fashion show in Scotland, the brand returned under creative director Maria Grazia Chiuri for a celebratory event honouring local craftsmanship, the beauty of the land and the Auld Alliance, explains Kim Parker
Nature's own cathedral
Our tallest native tree 'most lovely of all', the stately beech creates a shaded environment that few plants can survive. John Lewis-Stempel ventures into the enchanted woods
All that money could buy
A new book explores the lost riches of London's grand houses. Its author, Steven Brindle, looks at the residences of plutocrats built by the nouveaux riches of the late-Victorian and Edwardian ages
In with the old
Diamonds are meant to sparkle in candlelight, but many now gather dust in jewellery boxes. To wear them today, we may need to reimagine them, as Hetty Lintell discovers with her grandmother's jewellery
