Yesterday: I drove to Pickering for my second jab at 2.30. The volunteers were superb, ushered into the municipal car park, then walked through the surgery's car park and then through one of two doors of our separate towns. All efficient no waiting around, nurses going through the routine with bright manners. We should be thankful to those people who volunteer to stand around and look after us.
Driving home I made the driveway just before the one minute silence and sat there in the company of the garden. I had noticed a cyclist had also stopped a bit further up the road, and a delivery van also pulled up at the entrance, for that brief moment of remembrance.
It makes me wonder as a republican, whether having a royal family at the head of our country is probably the best solution for us.
The service was beautiful in its simplicity, and yet took in all the values of a very historical country. I had never been terribly interested in castles, and though we had passed Windsor Castle on our journeys from South to North, it had never made much of an impression.
|Choir of St. George by Charles Wild 1818|
But the fan vaulted roof of King George's Chapel reminds you of all the hard work labourers and masons had done through the centuries. Starting with the motte and bailey of The Tower in the 12th century it had flourished into an overly designed castle with the chapel a handsome addition. I also notice that, that a Victorian architect, Harold Brakespear, whose articles on the Abbey's of Wiltshire I often read about when doing a course on archaeology was instrumental in restoring it.