Yes, I couldn't help thinking that the ladies' hair probably looked impeccable when they started out. By the time they reached the Royal Barge, they looked like drowned rats, but I was proud of them - they sang with gusto and no hint that they were remotely bothered by their appearance. HM the Q will definitely have gone off for a good ol' cuppa afterwards, although probably served in a proper china cup with saucer and a dainty sice of cake. Go, Brits!
We saw quite a bit of the procession, but then had to head off for Bro-in-law's 50th birthday bash which was an eclectic mix of a live band, tap dance performed by his talented daughter, raffle, disco, witty speeches, delicious hog roast, couple of hits sung brilliantly by friends of his daughter and... quasi 'Morris Men' dancing by the birthday boy and friends (in full regalia). Yup, it was unique and much fun, albeit very loud...I SAID, IT WAS VERY LOUD!