He’s in Scotland. Parliament’s in recess, and we’re now in the season for the political parties’ annual conferences before the new session of Parliament, so governmental business is routine only.
Likewise the royals’ daily round of excitement:
In July of 1977 I was stationed at Ft. Lewis Washington and on July 2 there was a joint Canada Day/Independence Day celebration. The Canadian band wore those bearskin hats and the first thing they tried to do after marching off the field at the end was take them off. But everyone was rushing out to get pics so they sighed and put them back on.
It’s an interesting calendar to look through. It seems that Charles’ activities are pretty consistently described with verbs like “inspecting” and “visiting”. Apparently inspecting, visiting, and “opening” by cutting ribbons is what he does all day, except on days off when he finally catches a break from all the stress.
The inspections are not always of humans, either. This bit is almost comical in its formally worded account of utter triviality wherein Charles inspects cows:
The King, Patron, the Aberdeen-Angus Cattle Society, this morning attended an Event at Ballindalloch Castle to mark the publication of the One Hundred and Fiftieth edition of the Society’s Herd Book and was received by His Majesty’s Lord-Lieutenant of Banffshire (Mr. Andrew Simpson), the Chief Executive Officer of the Aberdeen-Angus Cattle Society (Mr. Robert Gilchrist) and the Owners of Ballindalloch Castle (Mr. and Mrs. Guy McPherson Grant).
His Majesty, escorted by the President of the Aberdeen Angus Cattle Society (Mr. Matthew Currie) and Ballindalloch Farm Manager (Mr. David Johnstone), walked to the cattle field and inspected the Ballindalloch Aberdeen-Angus Herd, before exiting the field through the King Charles Gate and meeting members of the Society and representatives of local businesses and organisations.
‘So, what do you do for a living?’
‘MOOOOOO’
‘Well that sounds jolly interesting’
I had exactly the same reaction when I read that a few days ago.
Sooo formal. Sooo muddy. Sooo silly.
Hey, Mr. Johnston is probably very proud of his herd! It’s about time he got some appreciation.
It’s Johnstone, if you please, and he’s only the Farm Manager. The actual owners of the cattle are presumably the owners of Ballindalloch Castle, Mr. and Mrs. Guy McPherson Grant. Some credit must surely also go to the Aberdeen-Angus Cattle Society, of which Charles is a Patron. I hope the whole event went smoothly, that Charles did not step in a cow pie, and that the One Hundred and Fiftieth edition of the Aberdeen-Angus Cattle Society Herd Book is truly a splendid volume.
Ask someone to stomp on them for you – that should help. 
Was that Hoover’s wife?
Better than just throwing them away.
I’ve been informed about wells, but I’m not sure how useful that would be in that sort of situation.
There’s a fair bit of government and state paperwork passes through his office too (though with parliament in recess and the party conference season it is quieter at this time of year). But all that visiting and inspecting involves making the kind of small talk to make people feel acknowledged and recognised, which is the effective part of the job.
Will Andrew welsh on his debt?
I have a bad feeling that he will.
His brother paid it for him.
The King paid most of it, with the balance coming from the £302,000 compensation payment. One rather suspects that none of that money will have passed through Andrew’s hands. No point in the Crown Estates actually paying that money to him if he was due to pay the Crown Estates for the repairs.
Hardly. RH took the deer to feed his men and to pay off the locals. The “rustlers” in this instance took them as a protest about sheep farming in general. Of course, they ignore the fact that without sheep farming, there wouldn’t be any cute little lambs,
I don’t think that’s the preferred nomenclature, dude.
Yeah, that’s fighting words as far as his nephew is concerned.