Her Majesty, suffering from depression and self-doubt, follows a spur of the moment impulse and slips out of Buckingham Palace, disguised in a hoodie, to go off to Scotland by herself on the train. Ostensibly she wants to comfort herself with a sentimental visit to the decommissioned royal yacht Britannia, now reduced to a tourist attraction on the quay at Leith.
An elderly lady in waiting, a royal equerry, her butler, her dresser, a girl from the Royal Mews, and a young man working in a cheese shop that supplies the Palace, all join forces in a quixotic effort to find the Queen and get her home again before the tabloids get wind of her little adventure, or the dreaded and humorless MI5 sends a squad to track her down. Somewhere between Monty Python and Alexander McCall Smith, charming, no nonsense, and good-humored. The author, a biographer and historian with an interest in British history, lives in Boston. This is his first novel.
