We entered and paid our admission -- and miraculously there were benches, several of them. One problem solved. Now what about those uniforms?
So, the mystery of the uniforms was solved; I later found out that the King's Troop Royal Horse Artillery uniforms are almost identical to those worn by their predecessor unit in the Battle of Waterloo.
7th (King's Own) Hussars, Waterloo Uniform
The more familiar Redcoat uniform
We found Ed several seats placed conveniently around the museum. Unlike Kristine and me, our hubbies (would you believe I actually wrote hobbies there?) do not necessarily read every word of every text panel in a museum like this.
As you can see above (sorry for the reflections, but it was a bright and sunny day, a delight for London), the Household Cavalry wears various uniforms, including the kind of desert camouflage needed in Afghanistan.
Second in command of the British troops during the Battle of Waterloo was Henry Paget, Earl of Uxbridge (1768-1854) who led the cavalry. In a famous incident at the very end of the battle, Paget and Wellington were side by side on horseback watching the action. A cannon shot hit Paget in the leg. He is reported to have said, "By God, sir, I've lost my leg," to which the Duke responded, "By God, sir, so you have." Thus, the epitome of sang froid.
Paget's Artificial leg
After the amputation of his leg, Paget recovered and led a long and illustrious career, his need for artificial limbs and his willingness to experiment leading to many advances in the science of prosthetics.
Click here for the story of his actual limb and its bizarre fate as told by Kristine.
Examples of stalls for the horses
For more information on the Household Cavalry Museum,
click here.
Horse Guards
The Duke of Wellington for many years was the commander in chief of the British Army. As such his office was in Horse Guards, in the room directly above the arch.
Museum display
In the museum, a display tells the story of the Duke and his Armies, and shows a picture of him in leaving Horse Guards for the last time.
After Ed's foot was adequately rested and I had read every word of the descriptions and explored the small gift shop, we went back outside, where the original troops had been joined by a new set of horsemen and horsewomen. Their commanders seemed to be completing a changing of the guard. With a glance at the crowds of onlookers, Ed led the way back to Whitehall where we grabbed a taxi en route to our next stop, Mallett at 37 Dover Street in Mayfair. More about that in Part Three, coming soon.