Yesterday, Angus, his Mother and I headed to Highgrove to ‘make good’ the Christmas present given to Ruby, his Mother, last year. The sun shined on us and the policeman checked us in, our name being on his published list. The gardens were very beautiful although the no weed sprays, pesticides or beast deterrents used meant a spiralling out of control of the bugs, rabbits and foxes, to say nothing of the copious amounts of bindweed. After a two hours tour of all the various named gardens we then sat down in the dining room and were serenaded by a lady pianist as we drank good quality champagne and feasted on sandwiches, scones and cakes all served on an ornate cake stand on to our bone china plates and dishes. All this was washed down by as much tea as you could manage. Plenty of art on the walls from paintings of the various members of the Prince of Wales family to his own artistic efforts. Inded all evidence of this being his habitation but the Prince himself and his good lady wife, Camilla were nowhere to be seen. Imagine inviting people to tea and then not turning up yourself. Rude or what?