They’re changing guard at Buckingham Palace.
Christopher Robin went down with Alice.
Alice is marrying one of the guard.
“A soldier’s life is terrible hard,”
– A.A. Milne
After all the amazing things I’ve seen this week, I can’t believe I teared up when I saw the guard at Buckingham Palace for the first time. It brought back memories of the A. A. Milne poem, which I think I first heard on Captain Kangaroo when I was a little kid. Suddenly I could picture Christopher Robin holding his nanny’s hand and standing on the same flagstones, a hundred years before me.
The continuity of history has been a running theme with me this week. From the table where the Bronte siblings wrote their masterpieces,
Tonight is my last in England. Betsy and I will spend it in a hotel off Hyde Park, and early tomorrow morning I’ll head for the airport. Betsy has one adventure left before third term begins, a tour of Spain and Lisbon with a friend. Better her than me. I’m ready to stop dragging my suitcase behind me everywhere I go.
Thank you ever so much, England. Cheers.