Munguin, being a modest animal, failed to notify me that he had been invited to have a run over the bridge before the queen opens it officially.
So, without any forewarning, I was summoned to “bring round the Rolls” today at lunchtime (just as I was about to enjoy my bread and cheese) and to chauffeur himself to Queensferry, whereupon he said a few words…
“OK, home, Tris”.
I’m willing to bet that her majesty will be far less inspired in her choice of words next week.
It was worth the trip though. The bridge is fantastic, more beautiful than photographs show it to be. It was sad that the BBC radio news at 5 pm had it so far down in the running order (behind a company in the Netherlands that is making gas from stale bread, would you believe?), and even then, chose to highlight that there had been delays (erm, what did they expect?) and that a van had broken down. I wonder if there were a new bridge over the Thames, they would have been so negative.
Anyway, here are Munguin’s souvenirs for those of you not so privileged to be invited to be there on the first day.