A timely pilgrimage to Westminster Abbey sees Jason muse on the notions of sovereignty that haven’t changed since the days of Solomon.
On the morning of the day the Queen died, I stood assembled with a dozen friends, new and old, in the nave of All Hallows by the Tower, the oldest church in London, with its Saxon stonework and Roman-era paved crypt, and talked about the Royal Way. It’s the old processional route across London, joining the Tower, St Paul’s and…
