Congratulations to the newly-married Duke and Duchess of Sussex.

My goodness, we in this country put on a good show.

It had all the pomp, ceremony and tradition, but perhaps a little less formality than usual.

That was due, in part, to a beautiful American bride, a down-to-earth groom and a barnstorming address by Bishop Curry.

I would give anything to know what was going through people’s minds as he exceeded his time limit by some margin in passionate style.

But, somehow that didn’t matter, and I feel it added to the day, rather than detracted from it.

However, I wasn’t aware of any of this until the evening when I watched a recording of the day’s events.

I’d been attending a Thanksgiving Service for an old friend of the family in Northamptonshire.

They, like Harry and Meghan, were enjoying near perfect conditions under a cloudless sky. Having had the honour to guard Windsor Castle while serving in the Coldstream Guards, the spectacular setting was very familiar to me.

So, too, was St George’s Chapel, built in the 14th century. I’m sure, that like most of you, I was intrigued to see who’d been invited.

And I think it fair to describe the guest list as truly diverse, mirroring the couple’s interests.

Service over, it was time for the Royal couple to enjoy the cheers of countless thousands of well-wishers who’d lined the carriage route.

The wedding cannot pass without mention of Meghan’s mother, Doria Ragland, who was grace and dignity personified.

How proud she must be. My final thought as I went to sleep that night was: how fortunate we are to have a Royal Family.