The end, when it came, was fittingly undignified. Andrew Mountbatten-Windsor hadn’t even finished packing when he was plucked from Royal Lodge and dispatched by car to the depths of Norfolk under the cover of darkness on Monday night.
The final straw, according to royal sources, was the sight of the incalcitrant former prince trotting around the Windsor estate, literally on his high horse – regally waving his hand at the public as if nothing had changed and he was still the Grand Old Duke of York.
