Princely Breakfast

Never one to be found wanting in the race for the food-trough, Timothy Belmont has been amused by a piece in today's Daily Telegraph about the Cambridges, who stayed the night at The Crown in Westleton, near Southwold, Suffolk, enjoying a glass of champagne on arrival with friends.

I relish a full English breakfast, second only to the highly esteemed Ulster Fry. The traditional British Breakfast is a national institution of which we ought to enjoy a degree of pride.

Do not get me wrong, readers. I indulge in such feasts only occasionally.

     "Even those of us who do not usually have a proper cooked breakfast – and statistics put it at more than 90 per cent – change our behaviour when staying at a B&B. It’s “Full English” then. 

So it was no surprise when The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge, staying at a nice old pub near Southwold after the wedding of some friends, enjoyed bacon and eggs the next morning. 

In fact, this was restrained of them, for they could have claimed a plate piled with bacon, eggs, sausages, black pudding, tomatoes, fried bread, mushrooms, baked beans and sautéed potatoes. Or there were kippers, a challenging morning menu. 

Perhaps Prince William is used to such breakfasts in the officers’ mess. It is hard to think Her Royal Highness tucks in daily. 

Like the Royal family, the English breakfast is a benign survivor from history. For us commoners, acquaintance with either is welcome but rare."