Where it all began seven decades ago: How Elizabeth became Queen in a treetop in rural Kenya
Let’s go back to the 1950s. 1952 to be precise, it’s February 6. A day that would change the life of a young, newly married English princess forever.
Being on an official Royal tour with her husband in East Africa, 25-year old Princess Elizabeth was watching baboons while taking photographs of the Kenyan sunrise from a hotel set in the branches of a giant fig tree.
Within hours, she was to become the world’s most powerful monarch.
Because back in the UK, her father, the ailing King George VI, died in the early hours of that morning at Sandringham.
Elizabeth and her husband, the Duke of Edinburgh, 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.”
Lady Pamela Hicks, who was the Queen’s lady in waiting and also Philip’s cousin, said the Queen and the duke were were “the last people in the world to hear” that King had died.
“She goes up as a princess. The king dies that night. She comes down the ladder as a Queen.”Lady Pamela
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 later 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 carefully groomed.
Asked what name she wished to use as Queen, she replied simply: “My own name, of course.”
Just hours later, the monarch and her consort were on their way back home.
Lord Charteris and Mr Parker had packed up, worked out timetables, sent a flood of signals, organised a plane at Entebbe, another from Mombasa to get there, and timed a London airport arrival for 4pm the following day.
With the King’s health failing when they had left home, a Royal Standard had been stowed in the baggage.
Elizabeth’s mourning clothes, waiting for her in Entebbe, were prepared for her to wear.
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.