Highlight Reel: Lord Mayor’s Show 2010

I like tradition. So much so that I like keeping up a tradition that involves watching a tradition. Since I moved to England in 2007 I haven’t missed a Lord Mayor’s show. Despite it always being awful weather, I’m always there bright and early. And this year didn’t involve getting a train at some silly o’clock hour on a Saturday morning from Cambridge. No, it was a quick 15 minute jaunt on the train from home to Cannon Street for me this year. I could get used to this.

The Lord Mayor’s Show is one of the oldest civic traditions still going, dating back to the early 16th century. The post of Lord Mayor of London goes even further back to 1189.

Without dredging through too much back story that you could read on Wikipedia, the parade carries the new Lord Mayor from the Guildhall, to Mansion House, then onto a blessing at St. Paul’s before going to the Royal Courts of Justice to swear loyalty to the crown. After that the whole procession makes its way along the Victoria Embankment and back to the Mansion House to drop off the newly interned Lord Mayor.

This year I got a spot right by the Mansion House, the Lord Mayor’s residence at the Bank junction.  It’s a bit further away from the actual parade, but it gives a great view of the Lord Mayor’s coach as well as the City pikemen and musketeers meandering around waiting for their turn to accompany the coach once it sets off.

The coach surrounded by pikemen just before leaving Mansion House.

The Oresman in red. A traditional carry-over from when the procession was done on the river rather than the narrow crowded streets.


This year was the first time I had a look at the procession’s return journey. I got to the Embankment just in time to get a great look at the coaches leaving the Royal Courts of Justice.

For loads more photos, head over to my Flickr.

A Weekend Jam Packed with Standing

Last weekend was the annual Lord Mayor’s Show in the City of London and Remebrance Sunday at the Cenotaph in Whitehall.  I made it to the Lord Mayor’s Show last year.  Pat and I had a fantastic spot right by Mansion House, the Lord Mayor’s residence.  This year I decided to stake out a place by St. Paul’s.  Wasn’t quite the same without the company of a well hat’d gentleman, but I soldiered on.

Got a nice spot right across from St. Paul’s where the new Lord Mayor’s coach would be turning in to the front of the cathedral. The parade started at 11 o’clock down the street at Guild hall and made it to St. Paul’s a few minutes after. The forecast for Saturday was heavy rain. I was really hoping that wouldn’t be the case. At first it wasn’t, but as the show rolled on, the heavy rain made it’s presence known. It was so bad I even put the camera away. Miraculously, just as the Lord Mayor’s Coach was arriving, the rain stopped and the clouds even broke up a bit. No soggy cloaks for the Lord Mayor while he get his blessing on the steps of the cathedral.

Gentlemen Onlookers

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