Scotland may not be the most monarchist part of the UK but on Friday night, in the bunting festooned village hall, the new King is toasted and the national anthem sung. Inexplicably, some of the village children have come in fancy dress. Small, day glo pink, dinosaurs run around. Those children not in fancy dress feel hard done by. The lady who lives by the doocot arrives with her three Jack Russels. She has a new puppy which is a 'character'. The woman at the crossroads has baked a coronation cake. This has that style of icing that could double as tank armour. We all say how wonderful it is. The village secretary stands and says ' The coronation may not be to all tastes but here we're grateful for justice , mercy and good government . Life starts in darkness let us seek the light '. That's something we can all agree on. 'Absent friends' are toasted. How Scottish is that ? The lecturer who teaches at the marine laboratory plays the accordion. There will be dancing. This is the signal for us to walk back home . On our way out we meet the wealthy farmer who lives in the big house on the main road. He has bought a new electric Land Rover Defender. The other , kilted, farmers are clustered around looking at it. They are uniformly doubtful whether an electric Land Rover can cope with the rough and tumble of life on the east coast of Scotland. Our way back to the wee house is lit by the deep greens and reds of the northern lights. In a small village like this a coronation is all about continuity.
One of the joys of a coronation is the music. Expect to hear this later today :https://youtu.be/rNlE9rueKYY?t=61
The poet laureates take on a woman invited, unexpectedly , to take part in todays events :https://poems.poetrysociety.org.uk/poems/an-unexpected-guest/