What it means to be British

I have honestly been blown away by this weekend, despite the weather not being the best we Brits all still put on a marvelous show of celebrating with dear old Liz her Diamond Jubilee. Being a self-confessed monarchist I've loved every minute of the celebrations- the rather soggy flotilla down the Thames, the Jubilee concert (#giverobbrydon/garybarlowaknighthood) and a poignant memorial service this morning.

Every-where up the length and breadth of the country we have been enjoying what it truly means to be British- our love for street parties, BBQs, cake, tea and uniting (oh heck I'm getting all soppy!). Today we had some friends over for a little party and I thought I would share with you some pictures from the day!

 The house with our bunting up!

 Inside the party tent avoiding the rain

Royal themed Brownies (spot the Corgi!)

 Patriotic

Pimm's anyone?

Also was it just me or did anyone else get the hairs on the back of their necks stand up when Gary Barlow and the Commonwealth Band sang 'sing' seriously amazing moment.

How have you all been spending the Jubilee? xxx