At the Gate of the Year: a poem, two monarchs, my grandmother…and God.
In memory of Patricia Timmons and all those who passed from Covid-19 💛
George finds himself — hardly for the first time — lost for words.
But the stakes are rather higher than they have been in the past. At that awful opening of the Empire exhibition in Glasgow, for instance.
For George — Albert really; a man with no desire and less aptitude for kingship — is tasked with lifting the spirits of a nation — an Empire — as…