As we have changed from one monarch to the other, I have been struck by the seamless continuity that this country provides. No frantic hustings, no anxious elections, no one popping up at the last minute to surprise us. And timeless ceremonial, to honour the Queen and our constitution – and pray for our King.

Plans had been made years ago for the events following the Queen’s death, her avowed faith meant she was never afraid of dying. Those who needed to know had it all in hand from the beginning. All was in place apparently, wherever she died. I for one am pleased she died at her beloved Balmoral, we could enjoy all those lovely scenes as her cortege passed through Scotland.

As the cortege entered Edinburgh, these words came to me.

The coffin passed by,
Dogs barked,
People clapped – uncertainly,
Cameras clicked,
Wheels purred on the road:
And we were left  –  bereft

King Charles followed Queen Elizabeth as night follows day.

On Tuesday I sat beside the Ouse and watched the water drift by, and the swans, fish flipped in the water and crows gave their raucous sound.

This river has flowed on as monarchs have changed over a thousand years or more. God has given us this creation to live in, enjoy, and know that promise made to Noah,

“As long as the earth endures, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, Summer and winter, day and night will never cease.”
Genesis 8:22


 [Janet Lawrence]