Tag: Strand

I was on the Strand and while it might have been five deep in Whitehall or near St Paul’s, there were very few people on this central London street.  The empty gun carriage went past and some troops. Then the coffin in the hearse. For somebody who dominated our lives – especially our political lives – so completely in the 80s, I felt very little as she drifted past. But she will always reside in our memories – and on this blog!