True sporting spirit
oming across HM The Queen in the line of sporting duty, perhaps picking-up or competing in gundog trials, or in the parade ring at Royal Ascot watching your horse being outshone by one bred by Her Majesty, is the most compelling moment to come into her orbit. These are the times when The Queen is at her most relaxed, sharing a joke with fellow country sports enthusiasts or cheering on one of her horses. This was how I happened to come across The Queen at Sandringham some years ago, when my spaniel was competing in the Cocker Spaniel Championship hosted by Her Majesty. Retreating at speed from watching Fudge running-off for second place, I happened to bump into a small lady wearing a headscarf who had also been watching. Oh no! My mind raced. I must curtsy, but I am wearing gumboots, tweeds and huge waterproof overtrousers. I must apologise, but I haven’t been formally presented and therefore cannot open a conversation with my monarch.
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