Lunch with Princess Anne...

Yesterday, we were treated to a posh lunch (set menu-photo to follow as soon as I can get the camera uploaded!)

While we were walking along the shaded, serene path to the Priestfield Hotel, there were many Scottish police afoot. The hotel staff declined our request to have a drink on the upstairs veranda with very furtive responses. We finally saw the darkened windows of the silver Jaguar being lead along the long winding driveway and understood why. As we hovered at the window trying to see who the famous personality was, someone whispered...."It's Princess Anne", and sure enough, shortly after that, she began sprinting (elegantly) towards us (all her cavalcade were visibly upset by her spontaneous detour).

Though we didn't actually dine with her, we followed her retinue ...up the stairs...into UK's most elegant powder room! Brownie said the seat was still warm, and had a "royal air" about it! After our fabulous lunch we reclined in the room she'd dined in sipping cups of tea and enjoying the opulent atmosphere! There were more than 150 different canapes served to her. No, they'd been whisked, along with Anne into the waiting car. Later I'll send you the photo of her and her handsome guards, escorting Brownie up the stairs. Ahhhh...delicious holiday! Now THAT was magical!