Our collective grief over the Queen has manifested in an achingly beautiful national pastime – of which we can all be rightfully proud
Someone’s nan has brought along some fig rolls; someone’s dad is handing out jam tarts like they’re communion wafers. And the sandwiches. The sandwiches. People are tearing them in two, these perfectly-cut triangles of ham – these Dairylea slices, bland as paper – they’re sharing them around like sweets. Everyone (and I do mean everyone) has Tupperware. Nobody, and even the thought itself seems like sacrilege, is pushing in. They queue... because they can’t not. Have you ever seen anything more beautiful in your life?












