what a legend

She’s shown us how to live a life

Of service and devotion

Never chosen,

Thrust upon her in her youth

And hung cruelly overhead

For seven decades hardly blemished,

God save our lovely queen.

I’m such a lover of the royal family; they are what makes Britain the country that it is. It’s true that they do not reflect the life that the vast majority of us live, but when the world looks towards us, the Queen and her family are what they think of.

Today the family released a photograph of the Queen to mark her Platinum Jubilee. Lets just take a moment to think about that. That’s seventy years of service.

People turn their noses up at the work the royals do, but they are almost always doing visits and they can’t just call in sick when they need a mental health day. Harry and Meghan were literally buckling under the pressure and everyone gave them so much stick, when actually they were working incredibly hard and getting a lot of abuse from the press at the same time.

That said, the Queen has stuck it out since 1952 which is insane. I hope that she has enjoyed her day and that she enjoys the celebrations we will have this summer. I remember the Diamond Jubilee in 2012 and that felt like such a special time. I have a feeling this summer will be even more poignant.

Much Love

Rachel xx

the village country dance

traditional maypole with colorful ribbons
Photo by Sandeep Ket on Pexels.com

Little girls in gingham skirts,

Scarlet neckties, braided hair

And bleached white pumps, scuffed with grass stains

As the tinny music plays, blasting over speakers

Placed at corners of the village green.

Teachers watch on proudly as their dancers swing

And do-si-do around their little square.

So very British that it hurts, but now

A rite of passage for the English rose.

I was going through old photos the other day and I came across a picture of me in the country dancing team back in the early 90s. I was about seven and we had all been bused out to a small village where lots of other seven year olds had gathered to dance.

We knew the music and the steps ahead of time and our teacher made sure we knew them ahead of time. We were also lent an old gingham skirt and a red necktie that we teamed up with white T-shirts and pumps. The photo shows us all sitting together on a sunny village green ready to start our dancing.

I had to smile as I looked at the photo; there was something so very British about it. In the background there is even a maypole. I love these memories of growing up in rural England. It has shaped the person I have become and who knows what I would be like if I’d grown up in Alaska or Auckland?

Much Love

Rachel xx