Sandlander

I was twelve. In Edinburgh and across the realm, many decided they finally needed to have a television receiver in order to watch the Coronation. We had neighbours who said we could follow the broadcast of the event with them, in a living room... much smarter than ours... into which we had never before been invited.


Black-and-white... shades of grey... 405 lines of vertical resolution.


A few weeks later our school class was taken to the cinema to see it all in Technicolor.


Wow! I shall, I think, stand when the anthem is played.