It was a bright sunny day, and the flower beds were a little too vivid. I suspected that they had been airbrushed for an appearance on a biscuit tin, or it was the 1960s. I gave a small girl riding a tiny tricycle a little push and she accidentally rode her front wheel into a flower bed. Almost immediately, the Queen rushed out of the French windows, wearing a green tweed skirt and with her hand outstretched. She was only appeased when I handed over a crisp £1 note for the ‘damage’ to the flowers.