That Time I Visited King Charles III's Place in The Cotswolds

No, he wasn't there. But I didn't miss him. Much. WRITTEN AND ILLUSTRATED BY PETER MOORE

A FEW YEARS BACK I joined a college program in Nice, France, as a visiting professor from the real world, to train students in modern journalism practices. But they were more interested in getting drunk and sleeping on the beach, and I can’t blame them. So I took advantage of a rogue invite to the King’s estate (he was a mere prince, back then) and organic farm in the Cotswolds, to join a group of influencers who might help save the planet.

Don’t laugh. It could work!

So I headed for the Cotswolds for a few days, just like the King did after seeing his mom off (RIP Your Majesty!) at Balmoral, and before her funeral in London.

Very early on in my stroll through the enchanting organic gardens at Highgrove—the royal residence near Tetbury, England—I felt the eyes of Prince Charles upon me. And not just two pair of eyes: There were eight of them! In turn, those eyeballs were kindly, stern, engaging, quizzical—it was as if His Royal Highness was asking me, quite reasonably, “What are you doin…