Unhinged

 My friend and I walked up towards the Royal Albert Hall, sharing school day memories, when we heard mournful music and was told the prom had been cancelled following the announcement of the death of the Queen.   Despite this we continued up to the Royal Albert Hall along with the large majority of the rest of the audience as we told that the National Anthem would be performed by the Orchestra who were due to appear.  A minutes almost silence, - several phones interrupted the proceeding - followed by Nimrod.  Neither of us are particularly monarchists, but we wandered about the Hall, not knowing what had happened or what to do with ourselves, but this kind gesture by the staff at the Royal Albert Hall allowed us to process the information. 

It has been one of the most extraordinary weeks in politics, presumably a day with Boris and Truss, our new PM, was enough to finish her off.   I am worried Truss might finish the whole country off, but today is just time for mourning, what ever one's politics. 

It has been such a lovely summer and I have had such a lovely time up north. I have seen animals and bike rides and runners, and Shakespeare family and friends up north but today the rain has just poured down,  the end of summer and the end of an era or error as I once wrote in my history book.