A few summers ago on a walking holiday in the Scottish Highlands. Behind me along the trail, two gleaming Land Rovers approach. I wait on the verge so that the cars, which drive at a walking pace, can pass. The front one is driven by a gray lady with big glasses on, both hands firmly on the steering wheel. I greet politely and Queen Elizabeth returns a gracious nod.
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A version of this article also appeared in the newspaper of June 4, 2022