The alternative version.
Taking the dog out for his early evening walk (without camera of course), we noticed a couple of posh cars coming up Main Street. Being early evening it was peaceful and quiet.
A balding old guy in the first car waved at someone in the street, certainly wasn’t me.
In the next car an extremely distinguished man in white dress (or was it undress?) naval uniform nodded at Partner. Huh??
‘That was the Governor,’ said Partner, helpfully. Seems that after meeting each other in the street on early morning dog runs, they are now on nodding terms. Personally I doubt Gov Adrian recognised Partner at all, everyone knows that dog people are only recognised by their dogs. Just as well we had Pippa with us for ID.
The Governor walks a couple of boxers so as we only have one large dog, Partner dutifully crosses the road, or makes a quick detour to avoid any confrontation between three large dogs.
Anyway, at this point I had worked out that the waving balding guy – who in fact is younger than me – was no less than Prince Edward, Earl of Wessex, on his royal visit to Gib. Sorry Ed, I’d have waved if I’d realised.
Seems they were attending the start of the Queen’s birthday parade in Casemates, billed for 8pm, and then the usual wander up Main Street. I decided to go. I went early in case it was busy. It wasn’t. When I got to Casemates it was empty. All finished. It had obviously been moved forward.
Just as well I got this lot wandering up Main Street in their best dress all set to attend the royal garden party.
As there are usually prizes for fancy dress parades I shall allocate them accordingly.
First prize: these two rather dashing naval officers. I do think men look so wonderful in naval uniforms, regardless of whether it is dark blue or white. And look, the darling on the left is smiling at me. How can every girl not love a sailor?
Second prize: these discretely dressed men (apart from the stylish hat of course), one of whom is ostentatiously brandishing his envelope containing the coveted invitation.
I won’t give a worst dressed prize – too many contestants there among the women in their crazy heels (one had to stop in the middle of the streets as she was nearly falling off one of them) and whacky outfits. Still, no doubt they all had a good time and will boast about it for ages.
Anyway, Ed and Sophs are off back today, so buen viaje, hope you enjoyed your trip, and sorry I didn’t get to see you apart from that fleeting wave.
Note about the Royal Standard. This is flown when the Queen and selective members of the royal family are in residence. The Earl of Wessex has his own royal standard, which is the same as the Queen’s with a tiny variation. The flag of Gibraltar is normally flown at The Convent (the Governor’s residence).
A more serious post on Cloudsmovingin about the political issues surrounding the visit – and the Falklands too.