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wrote on 29 January 1947, ‘and I am rather afraid that she might not take to the idea<br />

quite as docilely as I do. It is true that I know what is good for me, but don’t forget that<br />

she has not had you as Uncle loco parentis, counsellor and friend as long as I have…’ 5<br />

This letter may have been intended to warn his uncle not to be too bossy when the King,<br />

Queen, Philip and Elizabeth went to dinner with the Mount-battens, their daughter<br />

Patricia and her husband, John Brabourne, at 16 Chester Street two nights before the<br />

royal family set off for their South African tour.<br />

On 1 February 1947 the family sailed from Portsmouth in the Royal Navy’s latest<br />

battleship, HMS Vanguard. The tour had been planned for a year with, as its twin<br />

purpose, the object of helping the King’s friend Field Marshal Jan Smuts against the<br />

Nationalist Party in the forthcoming election and to give the King, exhausted by the<br />

strains of war and in poor health, the chance of a prolonged holiday with his family.<br />

When the time to leave came, however, Britain was in the grip of a fuel crisis after the<br />

worst winter of the century. On 29 January Big Ben struck once and then ground,<br />

symbolically, to a halt; at Windsor the Thames froze over. A financial crisis as severe as<br />

the weather loomed; the King did not want to leave his country at such a time and later<br />

offered to return, but the Prime Minister, Clement Attlee, told him that to cut short his<br />

visit would magnify the crisis in international eyes. It was not an auspicious start; the<br />

weather in the Channel was atrocious, so bad that when the French battleship Richelieu<br />

(which His Majesty’s Navy had tried to sink at Oran in 1940) took up station off the<br />

French coast and attempted to fire a salute in his honour, it signally failed to produce<br />

more than a puff of white smoke and the King was unreasonably annoyed. As the<br />

Vanguard sailed southwards across the Equator and the sun shone, the Princesses relaxed<br />

and played deck games with the ships’ officers. Elizabeth wrote regularly to Philip and<br />

occasionally to Crawfie as she and Margaret were in the habit of doing when they were<br />

away or when Crawfie was on holiday. Among the naval officers on Vanguard she told<br />

Crawfie, there were ‘one or two “smashers’”. Also in the party was another ‘smasher’,<br />

the King’s handsome equerry, ex-Battle of Britain ace, Group Captain Peter Townsend,<br />

with whom Margaret was to have a sensational romance.<br />

The South African tour made a tremendous impression on Elizabeth. Not only was it<br />

her first-ever trip outside the British Isles, but it was her first experience of the British<br />

Commonwealth and Empire which was to play such a large part in her life and reign.<br />

The South African part of the visit was tense; the Boer-supported Nationalist Party<br />

remained aloof and unforgiving of the British, their press hostile. Die Burger commented<br />

disapprovingly on the mingling of ‘Europeans and non-Europeans’ in the crowds and<br />

mocked the King’s pronunciation of an Afrikaans sentence at the opening of Parliament.<br />

(The royal visit did not prevent the victory of the Nationalist Party the following year<br />

and the subsequent foundation of an apartheid regime in South Africa.) The King,<br />

according to local (non-Nationalist) reports, became restless at the intense security<br />

designed to keep him away from his African subjects. He was ‘tired to death at being<br />

ordered about and sleuthed by Afrikander policemen wherever they moved’, and on one<br />

occasion, when he thought he was out of earshot, remarked to the Queen, ‘We’ve shaken

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