There’s a trading estate, which might possibly need an envoy. There’s a Pizza Express, whose user ratings online are the equal to the Woking branch. And there’s also a branch of Boots which has a solid range of deodorants. Should Andrew Mountbatten-Windsor ever acknowledge any perspiration issues, desire a pepperoni or feel like taking on a part-time job, he’s moving to a most suitable neighbourhood.

At only around seven miles from Sandringham, King’s Lynn will be Andrew’s nearest town when he takes up residence in his new home. And it’s moderately amusing to imagine him wandering around the local Sainsbury’s (I assume he will always be too grand to browse the aisles at the adjacent branch of Heron Foods) doing his weekly shop for multi-pack crisps and toilet roll.

He may wish to keep his head down, though, judging by the responses of the locals I spoke to around the Tuesday Market Place on my visit. ‘For his own good, he should keep himself to his cottage,’ one woman told me as she juggled three H&M carrier bags. ‘I........

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