Monday must be flotilla day.
Launching, if flotillas launch, perhaps they depart, at 12 noon from Ocean Village.
We would leave at 11.30am, I proclaimed, for a leisurely stroll down.
Pippa, on hearing this, promptly jumped up at 11am and demanded to go out. This performance consists of a very large dog twirling around in circles in an extremely small flat cleverly managing to avoid all pieces of furniture. How, I have no idea.
While they went out, I jumped in the shower. I jumped out again. They still weren’t back at 11.30am.
He’d met a neighbour who was going to watch the flotilla up at Rosia. Apparently there would be a good view of them coming around the Bay of Algeciras.
We changed plans. Rosia was nearer, we agreed (wrong!!). He set off as he didn’t want to rush and I tend to walk extremely fast if we are late.
I rang him up. ‘Why don’t we just go to Queensway Marina to watch them?’ Even nearer. Even more of a wrong decision than Rosia.
We walked down to the marina, and realised our mistake (mine). I’d totally forgotten about all the moles that obscure the view of the boats.
Here was a fine boat. As this weekend is all about flying the flag, here is the Red Ensign. The ensigns always confuse me. Apparently the Admiralty thought they were confusing too. More about ensigns, or a least the Red Ensign on wiki.
We set off for Rosia. I started legging it. We could have been down to Ocean Village in half the time.
Arriving at 5th Battery – just in time – we saw the boats sweeping around the bay.
Although this looks like the railings come out of the sea, it was actually a gun emplacement on the battery. And the hole was large enough to fall through – it was a long way down.
They were aiming to get 100 boats in the flotilla, but I stopped counting after 50. I would have thought 60 would have been the correct goal and any more would have been a bonus. Every time I thought it had finished a few more crept around the bay. And then there were the sailing boats bringing up the rear.
Very nice. Toot toot toot they went. All keeping very nicely within the three mile limit of the British Gibraltar Territorial Waters.
In Britain and Gibraltar, we have a super long weekend. Normally we have a late bank holiday on the last Monday in May, commonly known in old speak as Spring Bank. This year, it was moved to the first Monday in June, and today Tuesday 5 June is actually the official Queen’s Diamond Jubilee Holiday.
Interestingly, Liz became Queen in 1952 in February on the death of her father. I think everyone knows the story (or maybe not) about how she was in Kenya at the time en route for a trip down under. That was on the 6th of February. It wasn’t until more than a year later than she was crowned, on 2 June 1953.
So that explains why the coronation is celebrated on 2 June but the anniversary years date back to 1952.
Here in Gib we always celebrate her accession, her birthday, Prince Philip’s birthday, anything else really, with a gun salute because
we like to remind the Spanish that we have working guns we like to commemorate our British heritage.
And last night Gib joined in the beacon thing where some 4000 places around the world lit a beacon for the jubilee. Except I was asleep at 10pm – so no pix of that one.
Post coming up about monarchy on Clouds…