Everyone will have their own overriding memory of the last 10 days but for me it is the silences. The quiet of the chapels as the coffin parties did their work; the stillness of Westminster Hall even as thousands trooped through it; the solidarity of the hush at football grounds and other events.

Others will recall the pageantry, the sight of the new King greeting well-wishers, The Queue or that surprising catch in their throat as they talked about the late Queen. Some were deeply affected, others wanted to participate in the biggest show in the world. Rich or poor, young or old, royalist or republican, all have shared this moment. There has been a national conversation.

Of course, for the indifferent or those less convinced about monarchy the last two weeks have been a source of irritation. Some with roots in former colonies worry the patriotic fervour will see the UK stepping back from addressing the injustices of empire. But the overwhelming emotions of this period seem to have been of reflection, sadness, introspection and the sense that there is, more often than not, a right way to behave.