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‘Look!’ Jane Cole said. ‘Here she comes now!’

The two Americans looked along the street. There were crowds of people everywhere. In the middle of the road, soldiers were riding towards them on horseback. Behind them came a golden coach, pulled by six black horses.

‘That’s my father,’ Jane said. ‘He’s the coachman – the man driving the horses.’

The American woman said: ‘Fantastic! Your father’s driving the Queen! Quick, Harry, use the video camera!’

‘I am using it!’ her husband said. ‘But she’s too far away. Can’t we get a little nearer, Jane?’

‘We can try,’ Jane said. ‘Follow me!’ She took them nearer to the entrance to Parliament. ‘This is where the coach will stop and the Queen will get out. Then she’ll go upstairs to open Parliament for this year.’