I must admit to being moved to tears quite often, not completely sure why, but maybe lost in admiration for a spectacular job well done.
My lasting memory is of the poor rider of the grey horse which was immediately behind the Queen's carriage on the way back to Buckingham Palace. This chap didn't appear to have a Horseman's Body but was blessed with rather short and chubby legs. His mount was casually interested in what was going on, and no amount of enthusiastic leg work by the rider could really wake him up.
All the way down the Mall the little legs were at work, but right up to the final moment they appeared on screen the horse showed his contempt for the whole proceedings.



