Trooping of the colours: Though not an immediate fan of the Royal family, I am glad we have one, the Queen is the solid backbone of this country, and her birthday celebrations are fabulously colourful. Out comes the coaches, the splendid red coated soldiers with their glittering swords, and most of all I enjoy the sleek black horses as they parade round. But best of all the two drum horses, belonging to the Queen and having the title of Major.
Do we love our animals too much? maybe but for a moment we take the 'jewels' amassed over centuries out of the cupboard and put them on display. Trump never got a look in on this over the top display, he never got the crowds the Queen draws and he will never get the love and respect shown to her....
Whenever I write I am always aware of the history that lies behind everything in this small country, the wars so bitterly fought for power. The poverty that hounded many people through the Victorian era, and the slow rise of equality, now of course, receding fast under the tide of capitalism.
We are watching the world shift, like the great continental masses that grind together mysteriously under the sea, Russia and China maybe becoming uneasy bedmates, or perhaps Europe will hinge itself on to Russia. It is a vast game of chess, who will win? America withdraws into itself, and all the machinations of Brexit will not convince me that America will be our saviour in the form of privatisation that happens there. When you construct a world for the rich, the poor have to suffer.
So I shall get back to horses, one of the drum horses was a milkman's horse in Edinburgh. The Queen saw it and it was bought for the prestigious role of drum horse.
The Blind Harper by Kate Rusby.