Hello, it's me - Wilfred! I know you will want to hear about the royal wedding, so let's do it!
I woke up at 7 a.m. in a jolt. I thought Poppy and Daddy were yelling about the royal wedding! But it was Poppy watching morning TV. Already, there were thousands of people along the Mall.
"Get up! Get up!" Poppy said. Dad and Grandma and me staggered around and washed our faces and got dressed. As soon as we were done our breakfast, Poppy had us out the door. I wore my red rain coat. Poppy was sure it wouldn't dare to rain -- but Dad wanted to be able to see me in the crowd. How could he not see me? I was wearing my crown!
There were flags everywhere! Even the Gloucester Road Tube. We took the District Line and a lot of people got on at Victoria Station -- coming in on commuter trains. It was packed! We got off at St. James's Park and hurried after Poppy through the crowd to the Mall. Dad bought me a Union Jack balloon and tied it to my wrist so he could see me if I got swallowed by the crowd.
Poppy wanted to find the perfect place to see -- but he didn't want to pass Clarence House because he didn't want to miss the princes when they came out. Finally, Dad convinced Poppy that we were not going to find any better spot than right across from C House, even if Poppy was four rows back. Dad told Poppy to fend for himself. He and Grandma had already given up seeing over all the heads -- but they were glad to be there.
The crowd was in a great mood. Everyone was so excited. Lots of people wore wedding clothes and funny kind of royal clothes -- I was not the only one in a crown! Before long a roar went up from the crowd. Dad found a place for me and Grandma not to get trampled -- back by the rail. Every time the crowd cheered, Dad picked me up so I could see and I yelled at the top of my voice, "GOD SAVE THE QUEEN!"
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| The crowd gathers outside Clarence House on the Mall |
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| Here comes... somebody!! |
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| Dad and Grandma and me... well, at least I could see... |
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| Foriegn dignitaries rode in a different kind of coach |
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| The Princes pass... see Harry's shoulder thingee? |
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| Foreign royalty...on a party bus? |
Prince Andrew, Princesses Eugenia and Beatrice
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| Camilla and Prince Charles |
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| God Save The Queen!! |
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| Here comes the bride |
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Riders and marchers give the crowd something to look at on the
Mall as the service is broadcast over speakers |
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| Kate says, "I will" and the crowd cheers |
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| They're back!! |
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| Harry with pages and junior bridesmaids |
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| Pippa with pages and bridesmaids |
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| GOD SAVE THE QUEEN!! |
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| Prince Charles, Camilla and the Middletons |
After the parade, we tried to follow to Buckingham Palace but we got trapped between the crowd and a generator and couldn't get in! People were very excited and everyone wanted to get closer. Dad was afraid I would get crushed! It was two hours before the fly-over and the kiss and Poppy said it was okay with him if we got out of there and went to Hyde Park.
On our way to the tube, we passed people in real wedding clothes with real programs. Poppy was so excited, he took their picture... but we don't know them. Poppy asked one of the ladies if she minded -- he told her he just wanted their picture to prove to his friends back in Canada that he was really here. "But you are here," she said. And we were!
The farther we got away from the palace, the thinner the crowd got. Soon there was just police, paparazzi and a lot of barricades and stuff on the ground.
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| Paparazzi filing their photos with their editors |
We went back home so that Grandma could put her feet up and Dad could watch what he missed on TV. Later, we headed over to Hyde Park. The Serpentine was covered with boaters, there were rides for kids and a "Wedding Wheel" like the London Eye, but just for Kate & Wills. By the time we got there the people had been partying for a few hours in the sun. They were all sprawled on the grass... kind of just staring into the sky and being very happy. The champagne bars were empty and the food was all gone, but people seemed to just want to soak up the day and the sun and not go home.
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| Me and Dad and the Serpentine full of pedal boats |
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| The Wedding Wheel |
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| Me and Poppy on the Wedding Wheel |
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| The view from the top...those are partyers not ants |
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| Wheee! |
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| Wedstock |
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| Checking out the royal throne |
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| People just didn't want to go home |
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Not even us
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I wanted there to be more party, but Dad said that the Royal Family would be boogying at the palace until Prince Harry put on the bacon sandwiches, but us commoners had to go home for supper and bed. I asked Poppy why I can't be in the Royal Family. Poppy wonders the same thing.
Well, that is all for now. Check back on my regular day and I will finish my regular blog -- Part III of Wilfred's Great Scottish Adventure. Talk to you then, Wilfie
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| Pooped from pomp |
