The news that Princess Leonor of Spain is to attend an eccentric finishing school on a remote stretch of the Welsh coastline has set Britain’s chattering classes aquiver. Might this clifftop idyll be the answer?
Eton is beset by culture wars. Ampleforth has been through five head teachers in five years. Winchester has jumped the shark, in boarding-school terms, and begun to admit girls, of all things, into its ranks. St. Paul’s has been tarnished by historic sexual-abuse cases. Ashdown House, Boris Johnson’s alma mater, went broke amid the pandemic and closed its doors entirely. For British parents of a certain class and disposition, the promise of private education has never looked creakier. Where on earth does one send Archie and Jemima in September, now that the pillars of society are crumbling to dust and disgrace?