If you caught the Welsh news at about 6 last night, the child getting into the 'Golden coach' was me!!!!!!
My late, but lovely, eccentric uncle made a copy of the coronation coach which was then used for all the village carnivals.
My beautiful blonde sister refused at the last minute which is why my dress was a tad on the small side, it was meant for her and made (as were all our dresses) by my lovely Mum.
To think that London, or anywhere else for that matter, does not belong to any one demographic