As usual, I read Jeremy Clarke’s Spectator column aloud to my wife, but I had to stop for a moment or two when I came to this. He was in a French taxi on his way to a hospital appointment when the radio started to report the Queen’s failing health… ‘She is the great oak tree that shelters us all,’ observed some venerable old French commentator in a quaking, sonorous voice. ‘If she falls, we will be naked before the elements.’
The French mourn our Queen
The French mourn our Queen
The French mourn our Queen
As usual, I read Jeremy Clarke’s Spectator column aloud to my wife, but I had to stop for a moment or two when I came to this. He was in a French taxi on his way to a hospital appointment when the radio started to report the Queen’s failing health… ‘She is the great oak tree that shelters us all,’ observed some venerable old French commentator in a quaking, sonorous voice. ‘If she falls, we will be naked before the elements.’