Country Life

The rewards of loyalty

HOLKHAM, on the north Norfolk coast, with its fine Palladian hall and vast beach, has long been a draw, but the estate now boasts an additional attraction. ‘I was signing books in the shop last Christmas and charabancs came from the Midlands,’ says Lady Glenconner in disbelief. ‘They were snaking all the way around the park to meet me!’

Her memoir, , is a publishing phenomenon, selling nearly half a million copies in the UK alone and spending 37 weeks in the bestseller charts. It recently passed 100,000 sales in America, has been published in France and bought by Russia and

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