Well, wasn’t that a glorious weekend! 

I was a mere 4 years old when I recall the same royal anticipation about Princess Diana stepping out in her fabulous meringue wedding dress. 

The media certainly caused a circus leading up to this Royal Wedding, but I’m sure the world smiled waking up to find out it was going to be a perfect English summers day. 

It seemed to be an event people wanted to share with friends and family. I called up my vlogger partner @beingmrbrown and asked if he would like to join me on a Wimbledon Royal Wedding pub-crawl. 

Of course he jumped at it and we began our quest when the doors opened at The Hand in Hand on the common at 10am. We soon ventured to Wimbledon Village and heard the familiar sound of hooves. What we didn’t expect, was the Wimbledon Village Stable’s riders dressed up as the Royal Family! What a marvelous site it was seeing folk come out to wave and take photos. 

With the sun shining and the Rose and Crown courtyard calling, we stopped there for lunch. It was buzzing. Crowds were dressed up in Union Jack attire and we met a dozen gentlemen on their way to St Mary’s church for their friends wedding. 

Reluctantly, but sticking to the plan, we ventured through Wimbledon Village and down the Broadway, popping into every pub and bar showing the Royal Wedding. I was determined to see the ceremony on The Alexandra’s big screen, which we did. However, Michael Curry’s speech received a mixed reaction as the punters cheered or questioned the unexpected sermon on love. 

Deciding to complete our expedition, we continued down the Broadway, checking out the new Roxie steak restaurant opposite Ely’s and towards the mighty Prince of Wales. There was certainly a different atmosphere. As I stood by a column to watch the end of the ceremony, a man to the right of me raised his voice on his phone and declared ‘trouble with these pubs is, they’re full of ladies watching the bleedin’ wedding and I can’t see the footy!’ Although he turned to me and we laughed, I took it as my queue to leave and lazily jumped into a taxi, back to where we started to enjoy the post celebrations in the sunny garden of the Rose and Crown. 

If I were a few decades younger, I could probably tell you how electric the evening was, but I was done by 4pm and enjoyed a steady walk home through the common which was filled with families, lovers and groups of friends enjoying the late afternoon sun of glorious Wimbledon. 

A taste perhaps of what the tennis fortnight will bring to our doorstep. 

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