In England’s toniest rural enclave, a royal title only gets you so far. Can the Sussexes charm the people who rule it?

By Eilidh Hargreaves

The swimming pool is long, serene and lined with huge healing crystals, the water unbroken. The sauna is full of financiers, businessmen and banter led by Sir Ben Elliot, the former Tory chairman and nephew of the Queen. Wellness-obsessed housewives ease themselves into cold-plunge barrels. Battles rage on the padel courts, involving illustrious names such as the Belvoir scion Lady Alice Manners, jeweler Charlie Pragnell and Charlie Brooks, the racehorse trainer and husband of Rebekah, Rupert Murdoch’s UK media chief. Upstairs afterwards, it’s Château Léoube rosé and WFB: working from Bamford. More specifically, The Club by Bamford.

None of my sources have spotted Meghan here yet, but this is READ ON