Every Tuesday and Thursday the Queen's Life Guard, a service provided by the Cavalry Mounted Regiment, trots down our road. At least I think that's who they are. Twenty men (and women) on horses, dragging cannons behind them, stopping traffic.
Even though it's not official - it's exercise for the horses - it's still so fabulously ceremonial, and it reminds me, every time, why I live in London.
The other great thing about the horses (I ignore the poo in the street) is that if I am still at home when I hear them clip clopping past, I know that I'd better leave for work or I'll be late.
Where else in the world can the bi-weekly exercise of the Queen's horse guard be used as an alarm clock? I love London. Eat your heart out NY, NY (though I still would).
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