When I appear in public, people expect me to neigh, grind my teeth, paw the ground and swish my tail – none of which is easy.
When I’m approaching a water jump, with dozens of photographers waiting for me to fall in, and hundreds of spectators wondering what’s going to happen next, the horse is just about the only one who doesn’t know I am Royal!
Being pregnant is a very boring six months. I am not particularly maternal. It’s an occupational hazard of being a wife.
[On being told by a horse show spectator that she looked like Princess Anne:] I think I’m a bit better-looking than she is.
I learned just by going around. I know all about Kleenex factories, and all sorts of things.
You have to decide at the end of the day if you can live with yourself.
[To a photographer who said, ‘Look this way, love’:] I am not your ‘love.’ I am Your Royal Highness!
Golf seems to me an arduous way to go for a walk. I prefer to take the dogs out.