We parked the car back at the hotel and strolled to the old part of Windsor, just ten minutes away. We swung by a sedate Regency street that led to Windsor Great Park, in fact Windsor Castle’s back garden. And what a garden it was, seemingly going for miles. The road from the castle to the park was covered in tiny yellow pebbles and not open to the public. Cars speeding down that thoroughfare probably contain a royal. At the end of the road, and across it, we noticed garlands of spiky chain, just in case someone did not understand royal protocol.
3 comments:
Oh what a wonderful site!
I have just found your blog and think it a wonderful story...I shall order myself a copy of your lovely book...what fun to be "endorsed" by Michael York!!
I can see this becoming a BBC program !!
Oh, you lovely lady! Thank you very much, look forward to seeing you here often--and I do hope you enjoy the book. And as to the TV program, well... you sound just like our friend Heather, she loves to pretend-cast for a imaginary movie!
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