Charlie is my darling

We spent some time in King Charles’ back garden today.

Very nice it is too.

He has a little residence in Cumnock (quite why Cumnock I will never know); It’s called Dumfries house! Ah! Now I know ! He thought it was in Dumfries. Probably still does. I doubt very much he has experienced Cumnock.

There was a farmers market on - third Sunday of each month. Not like any farmers market I have ever been to. Artisan Market. Ornaments made from horse shoes. Wooden signs for your house. Etched while you wait Hand made chocolates. (Yum). Gin. Oat cakes. Brownies. Dog treats. Drippings.

All very lovely; but the gardens. Oh my. They are something to behold.

I don’t think HRH gets his hands dirty himself. I think he has a squad of gardeners. But heavens. It was a bit beautiful .


We only saw a little of it. Walked two bridges and some wood land. But there is a maze (Kirsty… A Maze)…

There were many stupid hoomans there. Many of whom do not understand car parking. Massive car park. Hundreds of paces. All free


Where do they park? On the. Edge of the roadway. Blocking the paths for pedestrians. And making it very difficult for other drives to negotiate