Not so grand I'm afraid.
Guard of Honour. Half way along the front rank (of three) the rain started and HRH broke into a sort of regal trot, closely followed by sundry Officers and WOs. No-one had an umbrella. I was last in line on the front rank as HRH tried to cut the corner and trampled my left foot. I winced but stood still. As the Station Warrant Officer (RAF equivilant to an RSM) passed me he muttered "Well done lad", following him the Flight Sergeant made me feel much better by muttering "Fucking Royals"