EDITOR’S LETTER
On the morning of Her Majesty the Queen’s funeral, on one of those September days in London when shafts of golden sunlight glint through the clouds and fall on the city’s browning greens, I made my way to Hyde Park with friends to join the crowds and take it in. It felt, as everyone noted, like living history. People were hushed but alive with the promise of the experience, as they gathered round large screens or inched as close as they could to the barricades by the funeral procession. Whatever your view of monarchy – having been born in a former colony and lived the immigrant experience first-hand, my own opinion is nuanced – it was extraordinary to see. There was so much beauty and pageantry. It felt like a farewell…
