On my way to a meeting in Kensington Village and had 20 mins to kill beofe I needed to get there so walked past Garden Lodge.
Outside there is a scafolding crew seting up scafolding for what looks like a re-paint job
Holding the door open for them was whom I can only guess as Mary's son
The grounds still look wonderful and very well kept, I can see why Freddie loved the place, inside it's completely cut-off from London and just beautiful.