‘It’s a feudal pageant. They need us to watch; to be awed and inconvenienced.’
Scales fell from my eyes as those words conjured up Pythonesque parades; kings on steeds surrounded by entourages of knights, minders and advisors – all dressed to impress – approaching a medieval castle.
In my mind’s eye I see peasants, allowed to look but not touch, lining the route to be awe-struck…….