|Painting of Windlesham Moor by Winston Churchill|
My mother’s cousins farmed close by in Bagshot. One night, in the pub, the Royal Stable Manager caught sight of my Uncle Jack (this is obviously the non Quaker side.) He offered my great uncle as much manure from the royal stables as he needed as long as he was willing to remove it himself.
In due course Uncle Jack sent over two of his sons, then aged seventeen and fourteen, with the trailer. The boys found a gigantic pile of poop and straw at one end of the stable yard and set to work. It was a hot day and after a while they looked and smelled foul.
To their horror they saw Princess Elizabeth enter the yard and begin strolling along the horse boxes. Handling the situation with aplomb was beyond the skill of two teenage boys. They dived into the manure pile, covered themselves and waited a considerable time in the fulminating mess until they were sure the coast was clear.
I often wonder if the Princess knew they were in there and was having a good giggle. Needless to say the boys were given a wide berth by friends and family for some time after.
Naturally, the whole family now feels closely connected with the Royal Family. I really wanted to show my respect to “Auntie Liz” on the occasion of her Diamond Jubilee but was stumped until I saw a posting by Pyjama Gardener. Following her lead I hastily planted a pot with blue and white pansies and red salvia. I placed a piece from the Coronation tea set, inherited from my husband’s grandmother, in the centre. My husband marched the arrangement around to the front porch, stepped back and snapped off a crisp salute. I curtsied.
I made a pot of tea using the Earl Grey from my Coronation souvenir tea caddy, also from Granny.
We sipped it on the veranda overlooking the south lawn (back deck) and reflected on Her Majesty’s reign, satisfied we had done our duty.
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