


Up to Buckingham Palace, to get soaked with the Queen!
According to the Daily Mail, the rainfall in London on 7th July, 2009, was the heaviest since records began. Something like an inch of rain fell in just under ten minutes. The guests, at Buckingham Palace for The Queen's Royal Garden Party, experienced one-off weather conditions including a bible-black sky, whipping gales, thunder, lightning, tropical downpours and hail the size of marbles. As the thousands of guests fled to the people's marquee, the royal lawns filled up with water. The wind was so furious, it blew the rain 12 feet into the marquee itself, wetting the well-dressed assembled.
And the funny thing is, my Master and Mistress were there! At one point, someone said they thought it was the beginning of the end of the world. Somewhat melodramatic, perhaps, but all that was needed was a plague of rats...to convince the non-believers.
As you can see from the daily mail photos above, many guests fled during a break in the floods towards Buckingham Palace, only for the skies to open once again and drenching everyone whether they had an umbrella or not. He and She were in that melee.
Eventually, the Garden Party was abandoned, though the band played on for a long time, and He and She were allowed into the Palace through the Diplomats' and VIPs entrance, where they rubbed wet shoulders with the great and the good: foreign royals and dignitaries, Ladies and Earls and Dukes, Barons and Baronesses. You see - nature has a habit of making everyone equal, even if it is only for half an hour. When Adam delved and Eve span, who was then the gentleman? As the medieval rebel, John Ball once said.
Having said that, the Queen looked resplendent in green, before the heavens opened. Prince Philip looked shorter than he does on TV. Prince Andrew seemed preoccupied and hungry. The Yeomen of the Guard (not supposed to call them beeefeaters) marched to and fro...the plebeians gathered in a big circle to watch the royals have tea. All very odd, if you ask me. Though the sandwiches and cake sounded very nice.
To crown proceedings, he and She walked in their soaked shoes back to Victoria Station which was closed because of flooding. They stood in water for another hour, then queued in the station for another hour.
But was it all worth it? You bet! There has never been a Royal Garden Party quite like this before at Buckingham Palace, and it is unlikely to happen quite like this again either.
God Save the Village Green, as Ray Davies might say.
Woof,
Tom

