| Original 'English Rose.' We were met at Heathrow, and whisked off deep into what I supposed were the Chilterns, in a people-carrier with heavily tinted windows. The verdant countryside flashed by and our silent chauffeur refused to be drawn into conversation, so we responded by speaking to each other in Spanish. An hour and a half's journey saw us pulling up by a gateway. The driver got out and rang a bell-push concealed behind a flap, then spoke into a grille. The tall, spiked gates swung open as he got into the driving seat, and ... |