Here is Joan, paparazzo, in front of Buckingham Palace.

While we were there, there was a changing of the guard. It was a bit of an unexpected treat because the next one wasn’t due until tomorrow at 11:30 AM.

A guardsman appeared in the doorway at the left of the photo and started moving towards the on-duty guardsman stationed in the alcove. He marched very slowly and deliberately.

Stomp.

Stomp.

Stomp.

Stomp.

It went on like this for the three minutes it took for him to get from A to B.

I suppose the unscheduled changeover was finally explained when the travelling guardsman reached the on-duty guardsman and said, ‘Your mother’s on the phone.’