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3 days ago

A letter and our royal encounters.I just found this letter from dad (who doesn't mind me sharing here) he penned in 1972, while still in the army and also working at the Guards Polo club. At the time, my grandad (Fred Thurlwell) was very ill. Mum, Julian and I moved to Cheshire a little later, but dad didn't make it out the army (Welsh Guards) in time to see him before he died in April 1973. "Something smells good" Prince Phillip once commented to my mum whilst cooking for the girl horse groomers at Windsor Castle mews (a job my dad got for her word of mouth). It was ‘Tater Ash’ (Potato Hash). He had popped in to oversea some kitchen building work as he was very hands on. Dad dealt with him quite a lot at the Polo club too. He once got his words mixed up over the phone to him was "I'll put it in the lunch at post time"The queen often nodded to mum through the kitchen window whenever she passed in her headscarf. Mum also literally bumped into the Prince of Wales with a bucket of potato peelings. dad on the other hand recently told me he used to hide when he saw the Queen coming. I asked him why, and was told, although he had nothing against her, he just couldn't be bothered with the bowing and scraping. On one occasion, while hiding behind a pillar, he waited for her entourage of Corgis following her, tailed by her body guard. Dad was eating a KitKat and chucked one of the dogs a piece, which they ignored. The body guard said to him, "they won't eat that, there used to best steak". Dad also (unofficially) used the Queen's private ramps to get my uncle helping him red-leg the bottom of his green mini van (which we emigrated back to Comberbach). Just before he left the army (we were already back in Cheshire) he used to go and eat (again unofficially) with the footmen of Windsor castle as the food was so good, and he got on with them all. Not long before I lost my mum, she told me that she often saw the Queen also pass in her car as we were walking through Windsor early morning. She once smiled at me in my pushchair as mum was pushing me. I was also fortunate enough to go with mm to the castle kitchen pre-school and can remember it well. I always wandered straight into into the stables hoping there were horses to see. Even today the smell of horses takes me straight back to this place. In fact, I wandered all around the place unchallenged. I also used to go into the indoor horse arena which I found fascinating. Dad used to take his football in there and kick it around (he played for Windsor F.C) I remember mum once quickly alerting me to Prince Andrew and Edward riding around the castle grounds on motorised go-karts which were very loud. I had an encounter with Sarah Armstrong Jones. She was on her horse and I said "hello" (as I am told I often did) and was snubbed. I said to mum "I want to break her neck" sadly, I was too young to remember that. I do remember mum taking me to see the coffin of Edward VIII lying in state. We queued for what seemed hours along a red roped off cordon leading to the chapel of rest, guarded by 4 soldiers. I didn't really understand who he was except mum telling me something about him being a king, which confused me as I thought we already had a Queen. Of course it now all fits into place. I also used to wander into the offices of the polo club and play with all the big old typewriters, getting all the type strikers jammed up. 😄 I always remember being fascinated by the automated water sprinklers on the lawn and played under the empty grandstand. Sarah Ferguson was also knocking about there too but I don't really remember her which is a shame, although I do remember other kids to play with there. I feel very fortunate, and proud that my parents, then very young, had such a connection and with the royal family. Dad actually organised the first international polo match with Argentina (his mate and co-worker was not well at the time) and had some money presented by Princess Alexandra (see photo). ... See MoreSee Less
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4 years ago

Only a week to go until we choose the 2017 Rose Queen! Looking back 40 years to 1977 (part 2)...... ... See MoreSee Less
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3 days ago

Having a drink with my sister Janine and my twin nephews. #spinner ... See MoreSee Less
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5 days ago

Repeat but a good one, ... See MoreSee Less
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