Some 20 years ago I was living in Denmark. Amongst other things I was assistant organist at St. Alban’s Anglican Church and one particular Saturday I had the rare occasion of playing for two weddings, almost back-to-back.
During the interval, I sat outside opposite the church in Chuchill Park to eat my packed lunch. A group of two or three joggers appeared along the path I was sitting beside and as they came closer I recognised one of them as being Crown Prince Frederik, presumably with at least one security guy in tow.
If I had stretched out my leg I could have tripped him up – that’s how close I have been to royalty.
Today saw that same crown prince assume the throne of Denmark, following the abdication of his mother, Queen Margrethe. She underwent back surgery last year and clearly felt it time to step down from public life, having as she did a more than able successor waiting in the wings.
The Danes are an openly laid-back folk and today was a public example of that. The former Queen only annouced her exit two weeks ago during her New Year’s speech. Little time to prepare for today, but little was needed. The stars of the occasion were a modest horse-drawn enclosed carriage and a 1958 Rolls Royce. The one carried the Queen from the Royal Residence to the Parliament building, and the King and his wife back again on the return journey, and the other the crown prince one way and the former queen the other.
A brief clip showing the moment when the abdication papers were signed was broadcast, followed by a poorly choreographed moment when the outgoing queen stood up to allow her son to take his place at the head of the table. They seemed unsure as to who should bow to whom, but broad smiles from both papered over the cracks nicely. She was then un-surreptitiously handed her walking stick and she duly exited stage rear.
The Danish royal family enjoys popularity ratings of over 80%, something most royal houses in the world would be jealous of. Queen Margrethe was somewhat hindered in earlier years by her late husband, Prince Hendrik, who could never accept the role of Prince Consort, and often fled the county seemingly without warning leaving his wife to conduct state occasions without her husband at her side.
She also put her second son’s nose out of joint last year when she decided his children no longer were to carry royal titles. Just as in other monarchies, new generations rqeuire a thinning down of the ranks to avoid balcony appearances becoming overcrowded – or the state coffers too burdoned with royal allowances, come to that.
Being second in line to the throne, or being a spare as Prince Harry has put it, is little fun once the course for the first in line has been established and they have their own children. Frederik 10th has four! One tabloid front-paged an engineered photo of a smiling Frederik and behind him a sour-faced Joachim, the King’s brother.
That however seemed to be the only shadow cast across today’s proceedings, which saw tens of thousands of Danes out on the cold streets of Copenhagen to catch their own glimpse of the Royals. The balcony scene was greeted with cheers and King Frederik seemed very moved by his reception. Down-under, Australians saw one of their own take her place as Queen of Denmark, almost as proud as the Americans thought they would be with Megan.
I like Frederik, as I also liked his mother. I think the constitutional future of Denmark is in good hands. Long live the King!