GLORIANA – FOR ELIZABETH I & II
I have only the vaguest memory of where I was when President Kennedy was assassinated. I’ve almost no recollection of the Cuban Missile Crisis when nuclear Armageddon supposedly threatened.
But I can still see my young self walking slowly down a dank tree-lined avenue on the morning of 6th February 1952, after the headmaster’s announcement that the King had died and there’d be no more school that day.
Why I remember it
