We were just walking about in Windsor Great Park, in our habitual Sunday afternoon fashion, minding our own business when we heard some noise. We followed that noise and came upon a car park. It was a car park full of Porsches and Bentleys and Aston Martins. We saw that the people were there for a sporting event, one that seemed to involve horses. We went to investigate further and found that it was a polo tournament and it seemed to be coming to an end. The winning players gathered up to get their awards from an old lady in a purple dress. I had a look over the crowd and saw that the old lady was in fact the Queen. This is not the sort of thing we used to find in the park when we lived in Shepherd's Bush.