In The Church of Saint Mary and Saint Michael at Great Urswick here on the Furness Peninsula, I signed the book of condolences on Saturday afternoon thanking Queen Elizabeth II for her dedicated service.
Today is the day of her funeral down in London. As I write, moving images of the regal ceremony in Westminster Abbey switch to and fro upon the television screen here in our apartment at Summer Hill above The River Crake.
I wrote in the book at Great Urswick: "Thank you sweet Majesty. We will never forget you." She has gone and I surmise that something ineffable has died in all of us too.