There is a truth in the UK countryside that what you hear is probably what you’re going to get.
The people I’ve spoken to in particular places are fairly certain it’s the case and early on in my investigations into their life and problems as it were, it was found to be true.
The forebodings they had were actually feelings of fear.
These were not omens but intuitive thoughts about the future. It was also based on fact, because in such rural areas there’s a lot being said about what needs to be done.
There was a camp once held in the south of England, in Wiltshire, called “Camp Buckingham” and this was a particularly important event.
It was actually called a “meet”, which I believe is a piece of terminology understood across the country. It implies a gathering of separate causes under a new, single banner that’s supposed to represent a purpose.
This “meet” was going to become the foundation of a reaction to a sort of monarchy that was evolving fast on its feet.
It’s clear her late majesty Elizabeth 2nd walked purposefully, proudly and patiently. It’s also apparent people still took offence at her doing this, at her meeting, greeting, and talking to her people. It was a source of offence also.
There’s a sort of nimbyism about royalty too, here.
It wasn’t fair to describe her in the ways they did, and as the emerging Prince Charles took office too, it becomes clearer that anti-monarchists are not fair at all.
Their objections don’t ring true at all today.
The fist punching and rousing speeches of “Camp Buckingham” lasted as long as they were spoken. The dust settled and people got back to being as nasty and cold as they were before.
It didn’t warm them, soften them, or smooth off the edges, but made their thoughts even sharper. It’s a sort of objectionable attitude that lives only because it lives alone.
