At half mast

I popped into Bath - actually to go to Lakeland to get more freezer boxes for all the roast tomatoes and chopped up apples from the garden. But I found myself drawn to the Abbey.  At the entrance a person explained it was only open for silent prayer and contemplation, and no photos.  So I said that was fine. Sitting quietly, I shed some tears for the Queen and my mum - both Elizabeth. There were several racks of lit candles in the aisles, which looked beautiful.  Also a lot of tea lights flickering on  the steps up to the altar, so I put one there. I was sorry not to be able to take my blip of this. 
I’m amazed at how emotionally upturned I feel by this. A big ending, I suppose we thought she was immortal.