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On Trooping the Colour: a post in pictures

There aren't many events that would have be out of bed and in town by 8am.

But on a sunny, hot, summer's morning, being out doesn't seem so bad. Unless you're wearing a bullet-proof vest. Yeah, I too would write in my journal about how my life sucked right now.
But then some sights are worth it.

Or they used to be. You're totes dead to me now, Harry. You've chosen another! But Kate looks pretty in pink.
And Phil says hi. Liz, not so much.


Princess Anne is definitely my new fave. She looks pretty fab on that horse. Wills is there, too. How can he see with that thing on his head, though?
Hmmm, what, exactly, am I watching?

Some other, slightly lesser, royals. Just statin' facts.

I might have no idea what I'm watching, or what, exactly, is involved in trooping a colour, but it looks pretty impressive.

I mean, those hats! 

Indeed!

I do love a bit 'o multi-tasking.

And, look! All the royals! (It is them, promise.)

Planes!

Ooooo, is that a trooping colour? What? No? Okay, I better go do some research for next year.

PS Two weeks after attending the (outskirts) of Trooping the Colour, I found myself in Edinburgh and discovered the answers I needed! The Castle had this very helpful explanation of what, exactly, Trooping the Colour means. Sorted.


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