Elizabeth stays cool as Jeremy gives a very unroyal welcome

ALL the security and all the worry and the only one who reared up on the queen was a horse.

Jeremy was his name, a bay stallion (brown to you and me) with a bold splash of white down his magnificent face, and he lifted himself onto his hind legs and shook his silken mane inches from his royal visitor, as haughty as could be.

The press corps gasped, the sharpshooters on the stable roofs tensed up and Jeremy’s handlers sprang swiftly into horse-calming mode.