The day Duke told his wife she was now Queen
HEIR TO THE THRONE WAS ENJOYING IDYLLIC AFRICAN TRIP, UNAWARE HER LIFE WAS ABOUT TO CHANGE FOREVER.
Lord Charteris remembered seeing the new monarch seated at her desk in the Lodge appearing “very composed, absolute master of her fate”
PRINCESS ELIZABETH was watching baboons while taking photographs of the Kenyan sunrise, from a hotel set in the branches of a giant fig tree, when she became Queen.
It was February 6, 1952 and the 25-year-old princess and her husband the Duke of Edinburgh were in the African country on a Commonwealth tour.
Back in the UK, the ailing King George VI died in the early hours of the morning at Sandringham.
Elizabeth and Philip had spent the night at the remote Treetops Hotel, accessible via a ladder, in Aberdare Forest, where they watched baboons in the jungle.
The princess climbed up to a look-out point at the top of the tree to see the dawn breaking.
The Duke’s equerry and friend, Mike Parker, was at the Queen’s side at the look-out when they spotted an eagle hovering overhead.
“I never thought about it until later but that was roughly the time when the King died,” he later recalled.
Secret ciphers were sent by the British Embassy to the governor, announcing the King’s death, but the coded messages could not be read as the key to the code was elsewhere.
When the news finally filtered through to royal aides, Elizabeth was resting at Sagana Lodge, a wedding present from the people of Kenya.
The Queen’s private secretary, Martin Charteris, was in the nearby town, having a drink in a restaurant, when a writer approached him and remarked on the news.
Returning to the Lodge, he told Mr Parker, who crawled into the room were the Queen was at her desk, motioned to the Duke of Edinburgh and secretly turned on the radio very low to get confirmation but prevent the Queen finding out this way. It allowed Philip to break the sad news to his wife while they were alone as he took her into the garden, telling her as they walked slowly up and down the lawn.
Lord Charteris remembered seeing the new monarch seated at her desk in the Lodge appearing “very composed, absolute master of her fate” and ready to fulfil the role for which she had been groomed.
Asked what name she wished to use as Queen, she replied simply: “My own name, of course.”
It was dusk on February 7, 1952 when a slim, pale figure, dressed in mourning black, descended the steps of the jet airliner.
After a long journey home, the young, new Queen set foot on English soil – the runway at London airport – for the first time as sovereign.