by Penny Junor
I would like to think the Prince of Wales, with Camilla to cherish and support him, could turn public opinion around, and there is every indication that his stock is deservedly rising, but in the long term it is the institution more than the individuals that matters. It is a continuity act – things go on through thick and thin. Throughout history there have been good monarchs and bad, strong monarchs and weak ones. Charles will be judged by history, when all the facts (those that were not shredded after his wife’s death) are revealed and his son is on the throne. William is the great white hope for the future.
William graduated from St Andrew’s in June 2005 with a 2:1 in Geography and flew almost immediately to New Zealand to support and train with the English and Irish Lions rugby team (at the invitation of coach Sir Clive Woodwood) in their match against the New Zealand All Blacks at the close of the test series. While there he carried out his first solo engagements, representing the Queen in ceremonies in Wellington and Auckland to commemorate the end of the Second World War.
He then spent several months acquiring a fleeting overview of how the world works, before beginning at the Royal Military Academy at Sandhurst as an officer cadet in January 2006. For more than a month he did work experience in the countryside – first on a small, isolated Duchy farm getting up early to milk cows and bring in the livestock, and then at Chatsworth, in Derbyshire, the stately home of the Devonshire family, set in a thousand acres of parkland, learning about estate and land management. There followed a three-week stint in the City of London for a crash course in the financial sector, where he went to HSBC, the bank, and amongst other things learnt about the financing of charities, and institutions such as the Bank of England, Lloyd’s of London, the Stock Exchange, the Financial Services Authority, the Family’s firm of solicitors, Farrer and Co, and Billingsgate Market, to learn about the Worshipful Company of Fishmongers and the regulation of the fish trade. He spent a couple of weeks with the RAF Mountain Rescue Team in North Wales; a couple of days volunteering at the Royal Marsden Hospital in London, pushing trolleys round the wards and manning the hospital radio station; and a few days at Centrepoint, the charity for the homeless in London of which he became Patron in September 2005 – his first patronage. He also spent a few days with the Football Association, where he is Patron Designate, and keen to promote the health and fitness side of football – the good things that sport can do for young people. All useful stuff for a man who will be King.
The programme was devised with the help of Jamie Lowther-Pinkerton, a former SAS man in his mid-forties, who was appointed part-time Private Secretary to Princes William and Harry shortly before William finished university. He came with all the right credentials. A professional soldier for twenty years – he served in the first Iraq war and the Balkans – he now works as a part-time consultant to an international security firm and co-runs a company called Objective, that advises gap-year students and others on how to stay alive and avoid trouble when travelling abroad. Ewan McGregor and Charley Boorman consulted him before setting off round the world on their motorcycle odyssey, The Long Way Round. He is an old Etonian, married with three young children – and won an MBE in the early 1990s, busting drug cartels for the government in Columbia. And he came with built-in experience of working at Clarence House. Aged twenty-three, he did a stint as equerry to the Queen Mother, and no doubt his stories about his experiences with their great-grandmother will have endeared him to the young princes who were very involved in his selection.
He had been dozing in a frozen trench with fellow Irish Guards somewhere between West and East Germany, when he got a call telling him he had been chosen for the job. Within forty-eight hours he was having lunch with the Queen Mother at Clarence House, nervously discussing how best to judge distance when flicking peas into a crystal chandelier with a fork.
Some time later, after a boisterous stag party, he invited everyone – already well-oiled – back to his equerry’s room (with free bar) at Clarence House. It was the night before the Trooping the Colour and the Queen Mother was in residence. As he tells the story, ‘The next morning, with the private secretary eyeing me darkly and my room strewn with empty bottles and glasses, I crawled into my uniform just in time to attend Queen Elizabeth the Queen Mother as she mounted the carriage to take her to Horse Guards. “Did you have a party here last night, Jamie?” I stared at my boots and mumbled, “Ma’am, I’m terribly sorry. I hope we didn’t disturb you,” knowing full well we had. “I’m so glad to see the place being properly used,” Her Majesty sparked, hopping into the carriage.’
Sandhurst is no holiday camp. It is forty-four weeks of getting up at dawn, polishing boots, ironing uniform, intensive drill sessions and punishing physical exercise. It is tough, and there are no concessions for princes. Like every recruit, William, aka Officer Cadet Wales, was confined to barracks for the first five weeks with no visitors, no alcohol, and had his trademark floppy blonde hair summarily cropped. But he knew what he was in for. Prince Harry was at Sandhurst ahead of him – he enrolled in May 2005 – and has done predictably well. There is every chance that the Army will be his career for the foreseeable future. It clearly can’t be a career for William – he will probably do no more than a few years – but it will keep him out of the limelight and away from the prying eyes of the press for a bit longer.
His girlfriend, Kate Middleton, however, has had no such escape and is frequently trailed by photographers. When Lady Diana Spencer was in the same boat, the Palace did nothing. She was a private individual and there was no certainty that she would ever be anything else. On the face of it, nothing has changed twenty-five years on. Kate Middleton is also a private individual and not entitled to any royal protection. But there is a very acute understanding this time around that the only reason Kate is being trailed by photographers is because she is dating Prince William and Clarence House recognises that they have a ‘duty of care’ towards Kate, whatever the eventual outcome of the relationship. In October 2005, Harbottle & Lewis, lawyers acting for the twenty-three-year-old – and it is no coincidence that they also act for the Prince of Wales – fired a warning shot across the bows of the media. In a letter to the editors of national newspapers and magazines they set out a number of aspects of her press coverage that they were unhappy with, mostly to do with her private life and pointed out that the behaviour of some photographers amounted to a breach of the Press Complaints Commission code. This states that ‘it is unacceptable to photograph individuals in private places without their consent; the definition of a private place being “public or private property where there is a reasonable expectation of privacy.”’
The media may well ignore the warning shot – sadly the PCC has precious few teeth – but, even if it does, William and Kate already know one another. When Diana was under siege, her relationship with Prince Charles was still in its infancy. Sneaking into the safe houses of friends to meet for a clandestine weekend when everyone was on their best behaviour is not the same as living night and day with someone for two years in a Scottish farmhouse, shopping, cooking, cleaning and taking turns to do the washing up. What Diana saw was a glamorous prince; what Kate has seen is the real man. Currently aged twenty-four she is older and wiser than Diana was and her eyes are wide open. She shows no signs of being affected or spoilt in any way by the attention and she knows full well that marriage to a royal is no guarantee of a fairytale life. She and William have seen each other in a bad moods as well as good, in dressing gowns as well as ball gowns, in sickness and in health, in the bitter cold of a Fife winter and when the stress of exams threatens everyone’s sanity.
The enforced separation of Sandhurst will be perhaps the biggest test of their relationship yet, but the longer they are seeing one another, the louder grows the speculation that Kate Middleton might one day be Queen of England. The Prince of Wales was told by his father twenty-five years ago that he had to make his mind up about Diana. And Charles has given much the same counsel to William. Friends say he has
told William that if he is going to split with Kate, or if he is not absolutely certain that she is THE ONE, then he should break it off sooner rather than later – before the press decides for him. Charles’s great fear is that William might end up marrying Kate because he is pressured into it – and make the same mistake he made.
That, of course, would be disastrous. But it could be equally disastrous if William let Kate Middleton go, only to discover when it was too late that she was indeed the one and he was left to spend the rest of his life regretting it.
Kate is no aristocrat. One profile writer rather sniffily said that her lineage ‘can’t be traced much further back than the suburbanisation of Berkshire’. Who cares? She is well brought up and she has money and that counts just as much as breeding these days. She is well educated (Marlborough College), she’s pretty, she’s sporty, she’s fun, she’s loyal and she has a hugely loyal band of friends who love her dearly. She would bring new glamour to the House of Windsor, as well as personality and brains. She has also shown remarkable cool in dealing with the press, and by all accounts, the fame of her situation doesn’t seem to have gone to her head.
William is still young and he will decide who he wants to spend his life with when he is good and ready. Let’s hope it is not only someone he loves but someone who will be a soulmate, a companion and a support. The Queen had just that in the Duke of Edinburgh. Whatever flirtations may or may not have taken place along the way, it has been a stunningly successful partnership and greatly beneficial to the security of the monarchy. Charles finally has Camilla and the danger that attached to his failed marriage to Diana has passed. William has a great many of his grandmother’s qualities. Let’s hope – for his sake and for the sake of the monarchy and, ultimately, the country – that picking the right spouse is one of them.
Plates
The Family Firm in about 1945. Waving to the crowds, being famous, being feted and photographed was something Princess Elizabeth had grown up with. And something she never questioned.
Diana had had no such preparation. She was working in a kindergarden when she began seeing Charles – and knew nothing about dealing with the media. But it didn’t take her long to learn. She became an expert.
Happy families on the balcony to watch the Royal Air Force fly past, ending the annual Trooping the Colour ceremony – a fixture in Royal calendars since 1748. But appearances were deceptive – the Prince’s marriage was already in trouble.
Back on the balcony during the Queen’s Golden Jubilee. Diana gone, the dynamics changed bur life goes on. And, des pite the horrors of the Nineties and media predictions that it would be a flop, huge crowds greeted the Queen as she toured the country and hundreds of thousands flocked to the Mall.
The Party at the Palace – the night the Queen hosted a pop concert for 12,000 people in the gardens of Buckingham Palace. Nothing like it had ever happened before. Modern music but old-fashioned protocol: Camilla Parker Bowles was seated in the row behind the Prince of Wales.
Prince Charles shooting at Sandringham accompanied by Michael Fawcett, at that time his valet. He resigned after the Peat Report but still has great influence.
A young Paul Burrell in happier days, carrying one of the Queen’s corgis off the Queen’s Flight as the household returns to London after the summer break in Balmoral.
The Queen and Prince Philip arriving at Riyadh in Saudi Arabia on Concorde in 1979. Important – not just for strengthening links between the two countries, but also to be flag-waving for British industry.
Not all travel is supersonic when you’re Queen. The Gold State Coach, used only three times during the course of her rein, was built by George III in 1762 and has been used for every coronation since 1831. The Queen and the Duke of Edinburgh also used it to take them to St Paul’s Cathedral for the service of thanksgiving for the Queen’s Silver and Golden Jubilees.
Prince Philip on parade during the Trooping the Colour. He no longer rides a horse at the ceremony – to his indignation – bur he is there beside the Queen as he has been for more than 50 years. Most men of his age have been retired for twenty years.
The Queen Mother, a diminutive figure beside the regimental mascot of the 1st Battalion Irish Guards. She had a magic touch with everyone and a very soft spot for all her regiments – and their dogs.
The Queen in her element – rain or shine – at the Windsor Horse Show. She was insistent that the people of Britain should know abour Monty Roberts, ‘the Horse Whisperer’, and his revolutionary training methods.
‘Here is the stuff of which fairytales are made’ declared the Archbishop of Canterbury as he made Charles and Diana man and wife. And the nation roared in approval as the Prince kissed his bride.
But the fairytale had an unhappy ending. By the time they were touring Korea they had given up pretending. Official separation was only weeks away.
Diana reached out to people in a way that royalty never had before.
Anne’s approach, by comparison, looked cold and unfeeling.
Diana understood instinctively what put people at their ease – and the importance of being on the same level.
She wanted to be the Queen of People’s Hearts.
William at 18 – already showing signs of being his mother’s son.
The King is dead. Long live the Queen. Elizabeth II’s coronation in 1953. Individuals come and go but the institution is what matters and the institution carries on.
The Queen Mother’s funeral at Westminster Abbey. She lived to the age of 101 and enchanted the nation. Queues for the lying-in-state stretched for three miles.
Prince William learning to cook at Eton. The photo was one of a series shot for his 18th birthday, which caused ‘a storm in a Fleet Street teacup’ and lost the Prince’s Press Secretary her job.
It was a good experience for William, however, and helped him to relax with the media that he had grown up hating.
It’s a Royal Knockout was a turning point. It was done with the best of intentions but it placed royalty on a par with showbusiness personalities.
That doesn’t mean all good works have to be serious. William and Harry replace ponies with bicycles to raise money for a charity polo match in Wiltshire.
A country woman at heart with a love of dogs and horses and not a trace of vanity.
The Queen, Princess Anne and Zara Philips. Three generations of equestrians
The mask seldom drops, but the enormity of 9/11 – and the memorial service for its victims at St Paul’s – was almost too much.
Charles and Camilla on the night their engagement was announced in 2005. After years of hostility the Queen finally gave them her blessing – and a family heirloom for an engagement ring.
The tragedy was that his marriage to Diana had failed so spectacularly. Posing after their engagement in 1981, the future had seemed secure. But she was young and ill – prepared and the spectre of Camilla haunted her from the start.
The first and second in line to the throne on the 50th anniversary of Victory in Japan day, August 1995. An early glimpse for Prince William about what the future holds.
A photo call on the Home Farm near High grove in 2004. The night before William met journalists in a local pub for a pint of cider – a new approach by ex Manchester United man Paddy Harverson.
Prince Harry being restrained after taking a swing at a photographer waiting outside a West End nightclub. He’s vulnerable and volatile – an accident waiting to happen.
Diana in her misery was another loose cannon. Her interview with Martin Bashir – a masterly performance – was the final straw. The Queen decided it was time to call a halt to the marriage.
The Queen’s great curse is that in repose her face looks glum, and if she’s watching the Derby and her horse is beginning to flag what can you expect? But if the horse comes in … jubilation.
People who work for the Queen say they are in ‘the feel-good business’. Meeting people is an important part of the job and if she overlooks someo
ne, the Duke of Edinburgh is always there to notice and make amends.
Arriving on the Royal Train at Bristol for the Maundy Service. It’s an expensive option but – comfortably furnished and kitted out with full office and communications equipment – it’s a very secure and reliable means of transport, and one of her favourite.
William and Harry – the future. Service, dedication, duty is in the genes. But what if self-destruction is too?
Bibliography
I am very grateful to the authors and publishers of the following works:
Allison, Ronald and Riddell, Sarah, editors, The Royal Encyclopaedia (Macmillan Press, 1991)
Benn, Tony, Common Sense (Hutchinson, 1993)
Bentley, Tom and Wilsdon, James, editors, Monarchies (Demos, 2002)