What's happening in the autumn sunshine

Well, the Queen has been getting around - rather too much, some might say, though clearly the ritual of it all is thought important by many people. Here, her coffin is brought up the Royal Mile from Holyrood Palace to St Giles High Kirk, with her children - all in their sixties and seventies - walking up behind the hearse. Just as well they're all quite fit - it's only a mile, but it's uphill and they're being watched and endlessly photographed by thousands of people. 

And then there was a service in St Giles, with lots of fancy uniforms, before she lay in state for a day. 35,000 people are said to have filed past the coffin. That's a lot of people, waiting a lot of hours in a long queue. I don't really get it. She was a good egg. She was very dutiful. It's sad for her family that she died. But all that those people saw was a flag draped over a box. 

Meanwhile the centre of Edinburgh ground to a halt, so we had a walk along the river

and I admired the late summer in the garden.

The weather has been beautiful. 

Then the next day, she was taken down to London for much the same again. As I write, people are queueing for up to 9 hours in London to view a different flag draped over a box. 

Daughter 2 took Littlest Granddaughter to London Zoo yesterday and today Littlest G went to school! And she was born only yesterday! Everything changes. 

 

Momentous

So Queen Elizabeth is dead. We sat on Thursday watching the news unfold - actually for hours it was the non-news, though it was fairly obvious that the BBC knew that she was on the point of death. 

And then it was announced that she had died, and a fortuitous rainbow appeared over (I think it is) Windsor Castle. But of course, she died in Scotland - where she was the only Elizabeth, not Elizabeth II, (though the BBC appears to be unaware of this).

The next day we watched the 96-gun salutes all over the country and Commonwealth. This was Belfast. 

And this was Jersey - love the uniforms. So twenty-first century... .

And then today we drove home from Daughter 1's as the crowds assembled for the funeral cortege coming later from Balmoral to Edinburgh for tomorrow's lying in state in St Giles.  

It was interesting seeing the familiar streets not far from us, from the air, 

and the crowds lining the roads and clapping. Lots of people taking photos. I wonder if they were there mainly to show respect for the Queen or mainly to say they were there on this historic occasion - both, I'd think, but which more? 

My school history teacher lived in this house.

And here's Edinburgh's New Town. 

Here's the Old Town, the Royal Mile which runs between the Castle and Holyrood Palace. 

And this is the Palace, with the hearse arriving, the coffin draped tactfully in a Scottish flag. 

I was amazed to find out that Anna in Indiana had been watching it too! 

There's no doubt that the Queen's death has stirred emotion in so many of us, me included. I'm no passionate royalist, but it's impossible (I'd think) not to admire the Queen, thrust into this position and fulfilling her role until two days before her death, when she received Liz Truss smiling and standing up. Amazing. I don't think she was an intellectual, but she was sensible and dutiful. 

And it brings other things to the surface too. At our age, we can remember her when she was quite young. We can remember our parents when they were quite young. And now none of them is here any more. Of course, that's what happens; and that's what will happen to us and to everyone. Normally I don't dwell on it much, but the past few days, with their enormous media coverage, have somewhat thrust thoughts of mortality to the forefront of our minds. 

Poor old King Charles III. If he'd succeeded to the throne, say, 25 years ago, he could have made his mark on history already and be beginning, now, to ease off a bit and allow William to take the strain. Instead, at nearly 74, he has to start the job and do something memorable in his (who knows how many?) years in the job. Who would envy him? 

It's a very strange system and I'm glad to be a commoner. Here's a little garden posy - one of life's simple pleasures.

 

The sorts of things that happen

Well, now that everyone's gone away, not much is happening, or at least not to us. Which is actually quite nice, if a little flat. (Never satisfied.) Big Granddaughter held up some pens to match her outfit - rainbows are always cheering, even if they do have orange in them. 

Daughter 2 and Littlest Granddaughter have been down in Bristol visiting her friend A-L, who had a baby by sperm donation, without having a partner, in December of 2020. She's finding it very hard, not surprisingly. The little one has very broken sleep and A-L has taken to going downstairs with him in the middle of the night and giving him drinks and food. We all know that this isn't a good idea. We've probably all done it, though, in the despair of the night. 

The garden suffered while we were down south in Northumberland and it was very hot here, but it's pleasantly coolish now and there's been some rain, so we still have lots of colour. I planted cosmos seeds and they came up prolifically but they haven't flowered as much as I hoped. Websites suggest that they like lots of sun, not too much water and not too rich soil. I watered them quite a lot in the summer because it was so dry, but they got quite a lot of sun and there's not much I can do about the richness of the soil. But the flowers are pretty anyway. 

As are my hanging baskets

There's a sad story in this newspaper announcement. Eight children to such young parents! Think how many more there might have been if the father had lived. And how awful for the wife to be left with them all to support. Innishbiggle Island currently has 18 inhabitants - I imagine there were more then, but even so, what a stir this must have caused. 

And Liz Truss seems to be quite pleased to have been elected Prime Minister. No accounting for tastes, but I'm glad someone feels like taking the job on. There are so many problems at the moment! Don't think I'm very keen on a PM called an abbreviation, though. And Truss... would someone with great judgement cling to that name, when her husband's name is O'Leary - maybe not great, but surely better? Does Elizabeth O'Leary not have more gravitas? But hey ho. My maiden name was Smith, and even if I'd been born in these more feminist days, I would have been happy to swap it for my husband's slightly less common and more mellifluous one. 

Daughter 1 has added her husband's surname to hers - which makes it quite long, though I see her reasoning. Daughter 2 has kept her own, but that makes her little one have a different surname (though she has ours as a middle name). And DIL has kept hers, so she likewise has a different surname from the children. But they all call the children by the husband's name, which is still quite paternalistic, isn't it? Though commonly done. I wonder what the next generation will do? 

My friend who had the stroke on January 4 came to our house yesterday to rejoin the Monday gatherings that 10 of us - all ex-colleagues - have every week! It was so wonderful to have her with us again. She's walking now with a frame or tripod stick - not fast, and holding on to her husband's arm, but definitely on her feet. I'm so pleased for her. Her speech and thinking are unaffected and I feel quite optimistic about her future. We've all been visiting and writing and emailing lots, but this was her first outing to anyone's house but her children's, so it was a definite new development, and so welcome. 

 

Roads taken

Yes, Anna, we did lead our walk along the shore one Saturday in the middle of August. Can't now remember what the visitors were doing, but we had a few hours off. 

It's a lovely walk, through woods

and fields

before getting to the water. 

Daughter 2 and her husband and little one are safely home, though their grass needs cutting after a month away! 

Today we went for another 6 miles with the group, up one of our city hills and round and down. 

It was another lovely day out. We're so lucky to have these friends; the miles speed past as we natter. My sore leg, fortunately, doesn't seem to get much sorer after six miles than it is just pottering around the house. This is just as well, since there's a long wait for hip replacement surgery. 

There's north Edinburgh in the distance, with the distinctive shape of Arthur's Seat. 

We ended up walking through a park where there was a (plastic) duck race for charity. 

Last night I was browsing the internet, as you do, and found a website with lots of photos of pupils and staff dating from my days of teaching at a particular school. And I found myself in about 1974. I'm in the gym, holding a table tennis bat - no idea why. I was convinced in those days that I was a bit fat. Sadly, I am now fatter. I still have the beads, though, and I'm happy to report that they still fit fine. 

They came and they went

Well, that was a long gap - almost entirely because of this little person, who only left here to go home - with her mum - yesterday. Her mum, Daughter 2, has been working four days a week and we've been looking after Littlest Granddaughter, who is fairly full-on. And then of course, when she goes to sleep (very late - Daughter 2 stays with her till she does) then we want to chat to Daughter 2. Son-in-Law 2 has been up with his improv company for the entire month of August too, though not staying with us. And our musician nephew has also been with us, though he's no trouble. 

Littlest was always pleased when Big Grandson (now 11) and his sister (9) came round. She thinks they're wonderful. 

Having her here doesn't make for a tidy house. 

We did things during the day, such as going to the Botanics. It took her quite a long time to approach the gates by hand-over-handing herself along the fence, but it didn't matter. 

She enjoyed picking our route through the gardens and playing in the willow tunnels. 

Another day we went to the museum. That's a huge inflatable E Coli bacterium she's looking at through the balustrade. 

These are models of alligator eggs. You have to press buttons to "keep them at the correct temperature". She was keen to do this. 

There are lots of things to play with. 

Our musician nephew wasn't around very much but when he was, he got roped in as one of her assistants. He was very tolerant. 

The art installations in the nearby gallery gardens provide playing opportunities. We call this one "the bus shelter", though it's not. What it is - who knows? 

On Saturday we went to Dundee to meet up with Son, Daughter-in-Law and their two children. There they are in the distance, scooting along the waterfront. Mr L and I followed rather more slowly. 

There were scooshy things to play in - fountains that come up from the paving. The children had such fun. They got very wet, but Daughter, Son and DIL had come prepared with spare clothes. 

But yesterday all the visitors went away. Mr Life and I spent the afternoon mainly sitting in a big, sad (and exhausted) heap. But today we've pulled ourselves together a bit and have been busy changing beds, putting away toys and so on. Normal life will resume shortly.  

 

Visiting and visitors

Well, by some miracle we got away, nobody else developed Covid and we had our holiday by the sea. There were twelve of us: two daughters, one son, one son- and one daughter-in-law, five grandchildren (11, 9, 6, nearly 5, 3), Mr L and me, in two houses a couple of minutes' drive apart. 

Was it good fun? Mostly. Was it restful? Nope. Did the children enjoy it? Yes, almost all the time. The 3-year-old boy thought the 11-year old boy was splendid, the two little girls thought the 9-year-old girl was wonderful and the two bigger ones were pretty patient with the little ones. Nevertheless, rallying twelve people and feeding them is quite challenging! But everything went pretty well and now we're home. 

Son was very good at playing with them in the garden. They loved it. 

He's quite strong! 

And beaches are always popular. 

The little gang. 

Besties. 

Besties again. 

Engineering works. 

Our nephew, a musician performing at the Festival Fringe, arrived the day before we left and looked after the house in peace while we were away. Now it's slightly less peaceful because the day we got back (with Daughter 2 and Littlest Granddaughter), Daughter 2's friend, her partner and four-year-old son arrived for four days - the partner has a film at the Film Festival. And they're all lovely, and the two four-year-olds are having a great time together but it doesn't make for a tidy house. And tonight our nephew's fiancee (please imagine the accent on this) is arriving for a week. Nephew and his young lady are no trouble at all but the house will now be officially FULL.