It was the weekend of the Queen’s funeral and I was in Felixstowe eating fish and chips in a pub.
I wish the pub had been called the Prince of Wales, but it wasn't. I’m not eating two platefuls – the other belongs to the photographer – Caroline Gannon. You probably worked that out.
Previously, between the Platinum Jubilee and the funeral I ate this Coronation Chicken sandwich, in Dedham. It was good, if slightly over-toasted.
On the weekend of the Jubilee itself I was, partly, in a pub in Hoddesdon with winsome men of a certain age (though younger than me – Simon Poulter and Dr. Pete Gomes), and if the picture is to be believed I made do with a glass of lager. Photo again by Caroline Gannon.
And today, as the memory fades, the local Co-op has started selling mince pies. It’ll soon be Christmas. Life, and the monarchy, goes on.
