The King and I; meeting the then Prince of Wales at the home of the British ambassador in Madrid. | ULTIMA HORA
My earliest memory of King Charles is of him glancing up at Palma Cathedral from the front seat of a minibus stopped at some traffic lights along the Paseo Maritimo. It was summer 1988. He was paying his second visit to the island with his family. I had just joined the Bulletin and I had been sent to Palma airport to cover his arrival. It was a tall order because I had no car, no camera and no experience. In fact, I must have been the only journalist who arrived at the airport by bus! But I was 18-year-olds and my enthusiasm helped overcome all my shortcomings. I joined the press pack who were camped out at the airport, hiding away my bus pass and trying to look as if I knew what I was doing. What I did know about was aircraft (in those days I was a walking encyclopaedia on the Royal Air Force and Royal Navy).