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It's quite a thing.

Your mother dies, and you,
at once, inherit the Crown

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and become the nation's
Head of State.

It was always to be his duty
and his fate.

And he has always known it.

A great privilege, of course,
and, no less, a great burden.

As King, he now represents
the nation at home and abroad.

He is the titular head
of the Armed Forces

and Supreme Governor
of the Church of England.

No less significantly,
though not officially,

the sovereign is expected
always to act

so as to sustain
the unity of the nation.

I love the cry
that I'm a political tool.

The idea of being a
political tool is so marvellous.

The new King has had

long enough
to prepare for the inevitable.

And no other Prince of Wales
has lived his life so far

under such a glare
of public scrutiny.

He's been fawned upon, he's
been admired, he's been loved.

He's been mocked.

...is a carbuncle...

I just come and talk
to the plants, you know.

And he's been vilified.

Very few of us are without
an opinion about him.

This programme is not simply
a rehash of all those opinions,

but my own personal view
after knowing him now

for a pretty long time.

I don't pretend to be impartial
or neutral,

but I am, I hope,
fair and accurate.

And I happen to think
that our new King

is a pretty remarkable man.

And that's what this programme
is about.

On the night
of the 14th of November, 1948,

a crowd gathered outside the
gates of Buckingham Palace.

A little before midnight, they
learnt that Princess Elizabeth

had been delivered of
her first child -- a boy.

At Buckingham Palace,

which for 62 years
has seen no royal births,

His Royal Highness, the baby,
is born behind these windows.

So great was the enthusiasm

that a police car circled
the Victoria Monument

trying to hush the crowd
for the baby's sake.

Of course, the prince
was blissfully unaware

of all the hullabaloo.

In the privacy of her journal,

his doting mother noted
that her baby's hands were,

"Quite unlike mine
or like his father's.

It will be interesting to see
what becomes of them."

We want the Queen!
We want the Queen!

We want the Queen!

In 1953, on the death
of her father, George VI,

Charles' mother
was crowned Queen.

Romantics hailed it the dawn
of a new Elizabethan age.

By his mother's side,
her 4-year-old son,

now heir
to the British throne.

This new Elizabethan age

portrayed the Royal family
as an enchanted ideal

that the nation
might idolise and revere,

from a discreet distance.

A veil of formality
was only lifted

for carefully
choreographed glimpses

of the family
behind the throne.

Prince Charles was schooled
and trained rigourously

from an early age to play
his part in the royal pageant.

It's pretty difficult to match
the guards

for smartness on parade,

but some people had
a jolly good try.

He was a shy-but-dutiful son.

With the Queen so
often away, he was nurtured by his grandmother,

whom he adored.

It was the Queen Mother who saw

that the child was sensitive,
creative, and inquisitive.

Balmoral has always
been the favoured place

for the Royal family's
summer holiday.

Here, in 1955, the family pets
were the centre of attention.

At Balmoral, the Royal family's
Scottish castle,

the young prince
also came to wonder

at the environment about him...

...to relish the beauty
of the natural world

that he would later capture
in hundreds of watercolours...

and to learn the names
of plants and trees,

insects, and fungi.

This was his heaven on Earth.

School was another matter.

In 1962, at the age of 13,
at his father's behest,

he was sent
to Prince Philip's old

boarding school in Scotland --
Gordonstoun.

Now Geoff Shelley
reporting on Gordonstoun

as Prince Charles arrives
with his father,

the school's
most famous old boy.

And first, a welcome from
the headmaster, Mr. Robert Chew.

Then the school warden.

Remember how you felt
when you started?

The regime in those days
was spartan --

cold showers,
early morning runs,

and a bracing
no-nonsense ethos.

It could be cruel as well.

The teenage prince was
physically and mentally bullied,

a torture that he did his best
to conceal from his parents,

but writing of it in letters to
his most trusted confidants.

This is an extract
from one of them,

written after he'd been
at the school for two years --

"It's such hell here,
especially at night.

The people in my dormitory
are foul.

Goodness, they're horrid.

I don't know how anyone could be
so foul.

They throw slippers all night
long or hit me with pillows.

Last night was hell.
Literal hell.

I still wish I could come home.

It's such a hole, this place."

Anyway, he survived
and would say with hindsight

that it hadn't been that bad,

and might even have been good
for him.

It was at Cambridge University

that he really began
to find himself.

The Minis serve to underline

Prince Charles' hope
that his time at Cambridge

will be uncluttered by deference
to his Royal status.

The prince, who'll be 19
next month,

will be reading archaeology
and anthropology.

Those who really understand
the new King

know that he's long been driven
by an almost-compulsive urge

to justify his unique position.

And that he's inspired
by a set of ideas and values

that began to take shape here
in the cloistered world,

as it then was, of intellectual
and cultural privilege.

It was at Cambridge

that he began to explore
what he would come to call

"the spiritual dimension
of life on Earth."

The student prince was not
anti-science,

but he deplored the notion
that science made God redundant.

An idea began to take shape
in his mind.

A vision of harmony between
the spiritual universe

and earthly life.

A tapestry of
interwoven threads

which he would later describe
as "timeless values."

He wasn't so high-minded
as to be interminably solemn.

On the contrary,
he had a real eye for detail

and a gift for mimicry.

Over the years,
he would accumulate a vast store

of anecdotes
about the rich and the powerful,

with which, in private,
inevitably,

he would puncture the vanities
and pomposities of public life.

He also had
a highly developed sense

of the absurd and the surreal.

The Goons -- Peter Sellers,
Spike Milligan, Harry Secombe --

would reduce him
to tears of laughter.

Who is it?
What? What?

Who is it? Who is it?

- Good morning.
- Thank you.

Once or twice at Cambridge,

his future subjects
got a glimpse of this side

of his character.

His university life
was interrupted in mid-flow

when on the 1st of July, 1969,

a global audience
of half a billion

watched his investiture

as Prince of Wales
at Caernarfon Castle.

A made-for-television pageant
and the start of a long slog.

A coronet for sovereignty.

I, Charles, Prince of Wales,

do become your liege
man of life and limb and of earthly worship.

And faith and truth
I will bear unto thee,

to live and die
against all manner of folks.

I think,
if you have a sense of duty --

and I like to think I have --

then service is something
that you give yourself to people

if, you know --
particularly if they want you,

and sometimes,
if they don't want you.

If you feel that you can do
something,

even if they think that you're
not doing something very useful,

and you think you're
right there,

then you can be of service.

He was dispatched here
and there

as the Royal family's
young star

to perform
this or that public duty,

the first of scores to come.

Australia, Hong Kong,
New Zealand, Japan...

and the United States,

where at the age of 21,

he met the not-yet-disgraced
President Nixon.

Thank you very much, indeed,

for all your kind words
of welcome.

We've been looking forward to it
enormously because America,

to me and to my sister, has
always been a very fascinating

and intriguing country.

And then, there was
a further rite of passage

for the heir to the throne.

As the future head
of the armed services...

Launch.

...he was virtually obliged

to sign up for
a five-year stint in the Navy.

Lieutenant,
the Prince of Wales,

took command of the minehunter,
HMS Bronington.

He also liked sport.

Inevitably, the press
dubbed him "Action Man."

And because he was
linked romantically

to one girl after another,
this very eligible bachelor

was regarded as something
of a playboy.

But actually, he really wasn't.

After the Navy, as he approached
the age of 30,

he was bombarded by advice
from all quarters...

...not least
from Lord Mountbatten,

the uncle he adored...

from the Prime Minister
of the day, James Callaghan,

and numerous other counsellors
in and out of Buckingham Palace.

Not to mention,
an ever-attentive media,

which urged him to get
a proper job.

Indeed, the prince himself
suggested he could work

in a factory or on a trawler.

But this was already
an age of terrorism.

And the heir to the throne could
not simply join the workforce

like any other British citizen.

That well-meant advice
didn't help very much.

What he wanted to do
was to make a difference

in ways that
weren't yet very clear.

But in time, although there
were some false starts,

the interwoven strands
of a very personal vision

began to emerge
and to be put into practice.

The key word, "harmony."

This notion was at the very
core of his being.

The idea that we need
to appreciate

that the relationship
between human society

and the natural world

is not only close, but must
be kept in balance, or harmony.

And it can be detected in one
of his earliest speeches.

1970 had been designated
European Conservation Year.

Conservation,
or problems about pollution,

should not be held up
as separate concepts

from housing
or other social schemes.

Conservation means being aware
of the total environment

that we live in.

It does not mean simply
preserving every hedgerow,

tree, field,
or insect in sight,

but it means thinking
rationally and consciously

just as much about
the urban environment

as about the countryside.

In those days,
that was quite a thing.

On the face of it, a bizarre
leap of the imagination.

To link rural hedgerows
with urban housing

was as radical
as it was original.

So while he sounded the alarm
about the threats

posed by pollution
long before these became

mainstream concerns...

...so he warned

against the worsening state
of Britain's inner cities

well before that became
a fashionable issue.

"How is it possible that people
are able to live

in such inhumane conditions?"
he would ask.

You can almost hear the princely
anguish and frustration

in his voice.

Something had to be done.

More to the point,
he would do it,

or at least do his best,
his damnedest,

to make a difference.

The prince is here to look

at some of the activities

by the youth groups
around Cheshire

who've been supported,
or have had grants,

from the Prince of
Wales' Trust.

This was an innovative,
radical, and progressive charity

that, in due course, would be
renowned in Britain and beyond.

It was named
The Prince's Trust.

Fond of saying, "There but
for the grace of God go I,"

his goal was to salvage young
lives blighted by despair.

To offer them a ladder

to escape from a future
of crime or drug addiction.

There's nothing out there.

There's only about seven jobs
for so many people.

What do you do
with yourself, then?

Stay in bed.

At the heart of the operation
was his conviction

that a wealth
of untapped talent

was waiting to be unleashed.

Not with a hand-out,

but with small grants to help
the young help themselves.

Instead of the dole queue,

a mini enterprise and
the chance of a better future.

That was a world away
from the fanfare of 1981

when he was married
at Saint Paul's Cathedral

to Lady Diana Spencer,
Princess Di.

It was an ill-fated union,

which would soon
become the focus

of intense and intrusive
public scrutiny.

But the world beyond
the wedding hadn't changed.

Riots had erupted in Brixton

and spread to other
inner cities across England.

An upsurge of violence

that the heir to the throne
described as,

"a symptom
of social distress and anger."

If things change and they
begin to treat us

like ordinary people,
or human, then we'll compromise.

But right now, me, personally,

I've no reasoning
to reason with no police.

The prince was shocked,
but not surprised.

Where a politician might have
cut and run,

he stayed and talked.

Well, we're trying very hard
to do something about it.

It is a big problem, isn't it?

It takes a long time
for these people to realise.

It's gonna take time
and money...

The riots galvanised
the Trust.

Before long,
thousands of young people,

supported by hundreds
of skilled volunteers,

were getting at least
the chance of a future.

There's an awful lot
of people --

I mean,
I was probably one myself --

who don't have obvious gifts

and need, I think,
extra motivation,

extra pushing,
along certain lines.

And The Prince's Trust is trying
to help those

who aren't necessarily
going to find themselves

being fantastic successes,

but to be able to develop
their particular potential.

The Prince's Trust gave grants
to both Chrises

to buy their own
walking equipment.

The cost -- £100 each.

It's proved remarkable value
for money.

The Trust and the grant from
the Trust, in both cases,

I think, has been
a most significant factor

in helping them not reoffend.

The Trust would grow until by
2021, it had given a hand up,

not a hand-out, to more than
a million young people.

Back in 1984, though,

the prince was not content
to rest on his laurels.

He was convinced that
inner-city communities

would only flourish

in surroundings that
were human in scale,

that made them proud,
and raised their spirits.

So on their behalf,
he decided to speak out.

He chose the Royal Palace
of Hampton Court

as the place to do it.

A gala dinner to celebrate
the 150th anniversary

of the august Royal Institute
of British Architects,

where he was
the guest of honour.

He chose his words with care,
firing his missile

at the very heart of
the architectural establishment.

And, he went on,
they did not have a monopoly

on knowing what is best about
taste, style, and planning.

His audience listened
in glum silence.

And that wasn't the half of it.

Having rebuked them for what
they hadn't done,

he then castigated them
for what they had done.

London's skyline, he declared,
was being ruined

by concrete stumps
and glass towers.

And on plans for a new
extension

to the National Gallery...

What is proposed seems to me
like a monstrous carbuncle

on the face of a much-loved,
elegant friend.

It may have been insensitive,

but it most certainly
made an impact.

And it struck a chord
with the public.

The scheme was dropped,

to be replaced
by the now-familiar facade

which faces Trafalgar Square.

The prince's onslaught enraged
the architectural elite.

Its leading figures hit back.

I think it's
a reactionary position

that is being espoused there.

And it's not a position
that I particularly admire.

I think we should go forward

and not be constantly
looking back over our shoulders.

The prince was not deterred,
and his constant interference,

as they saw it,
made him real enemies.

Modernists who thought
that his views

were out of date
and narrow-minded.

And they claimed that
by speaking out in public,

he was misusing
his unique role.

It took a long time for him
to be even partially forgiven,

and, in truth, the wounds
never really healed.

Of course,
the prince's own world

could hardly have offered
a starker contrast

to the modernist vision
of the future.

There was Balmoral,
Sandringham,

St. James',
and, by the time he was 32,

his own private country
retreat, Highgrove House.

Here, he was free to express
his innermost self

in his own backyard,

on his own land.

Here, he could design and
build, dream, and scheme.

By his own account, it was a
pretty haphazard creation,

but it gradually evolved into
an intricate unity of design,

which, for him, mirrored
that earthly ideal

of spiritual harmony
that he craved.

When I first came here, it was
rather sort of basic,

the whole thing, and a lot of it
was fairly empty

and grew vegetables,
quite a lot of vegetables.

I had always rather wanted to
create something rather special

in a walled garden, and when
I saw this walled garden

when I first came to look at
the house,

I did rather fall in love
with it, I must say.

The garden at Highgrove
gave visual expression

to those timeless values

by which he thought
humanity should be inspired,

as he was, by being there.

I love coming here, and I
potter about and sit and read,

or I just come
and talk to the plants, really.

It's very important to talk
to them.

They respond, don't they?

But there was
practical action, as well as philosophical musing.

A farm to run...

livestock to feed...

crops to be tilled.

And, for the prince, there was
only one way to do it.

As with the garden,

it would be in working
with nature, not against it.

Here, he would go organic.

All this several decades
before mainstream opinion

woke up to the fact
that all life on Earth,

including ours,

depends on a flourishing
biodiversity in nature.

As he loathed
modernist architecture,

so he came to loathe

what he once
called "modernist farming."

The industrialization
of agriculture,

which he lamented publicly,

had turned the countryside into
a treeless, hedgeless desert

and destroyed local communities
into the bargain.

He would become increasingly
forthright about his beliefs.

Humankind, he would say,

must restore a feeling
of harmony with nature

and a proper sense of respect
and awe for the great mystery

of the natural order
of the universe.

He was well aware that by
expressing such ideas in public,

he made himself exceptionally
vulnerable to scorn and mockery.

He dreaded that.

He knew that the tabloid press
would trivialise

his most deeply-held beliefs
and feelings.

And so they did, with abandon,

deciding that the heir
to the throne

had turned into a loony prince

who talked to flowers
and hugged trees.

Of course, he was
a satirist's dream.

- You see, architecture...
- Yes, I know, I know.

I mean, it's important,
isn't it?

Yes, yes.

I mean, some of the
architecture in this country...

- Carbuncle.
- ...is a carbuncle...

- Face of society.
- ...on the face of society,

- don't you think?
- Yes, yes.

It was easy to dismiss
such caricatures

as a bit of harmless fun,
but they clung to him

and gradually came to define
the public image

for those many
millions of people

who couldn't possibly know him.

He was well aware of that,
and it did get to him.

He would sometimes say
to his friends,

"Oh, why do I bother?"

knowing full well
that the answer was,

he couldn't help himself.

I do like architecture
which respects nature.

I find it hard, I must say,
to appreciate architecture

which shouts at you that it is
in competition with nature.

That it is emphasising
the rational element

in our humanity to
the exclusion of the intuitive.

It was in this spirit

that against the better
judgment of his own officials,

he drove forward
a vision of a new town,

built on a greenfield site
in Dorset

belonging to the Duchy
of Cornwall.

Poundbury, on the outskirts
of the county capital,

Dorchester,

would be constructed
in line with his principles

and reflect his love
of the vernacular,

the use of traditional
materials and design.

The new town would demonstrate
the timeless values

that inspired him,

and, he thought,
many, many others as well.

Making a reality of that dream,
though,

became something of
a nightmare.

He was surrounded by skeptics,
who thought his ideas

were harebrained, hopeless,
or too expensive.

In the present climate,
and for the foreseeable future,

erm, to actually build
something like that

would be out of all
economic sort of possibility.

But he refused to yield,
intervening again and again

to cajole, inspire,
remonstrate, and insist,

until,
after a prolonged battle,

he overcame the opposition
and won the argument.

You may like Poundbury
as it is today, you might not.

Some people love it,
others are less enamoured.

For my part, I find it just
a touch antiseptic,

but that's not quite the point.

It works.
People want to live here.

House prices have risen well
beyond the national average.

And it would be churlish, then,
to deny that for the prince,

it was something of a triumph

and an effective riposte
to his modernist critics.

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

Britain's worst riots

since 1981 began
just before 8:00.

In the mid-'80s, the inner
cities erupted again.

Like many others, the prince
was shocked and dismayed.

But he had no doubt that crime
was closely linked

to deprivation.

And he was alarmed
by the evidence

of Britain's worsening
social divide.

When the heat died down,

he went to see
Handsworth for himself.

An experience
that convinced him

that with unemployment
around 3 million,

he should redouble his efforts.

The idea was to get business
leaders personally involved.

But first, they would have
to witness the reality

with their own eyes.

They've all been standing here
for hours.

The prince was uniquely
equipped to bring

the two sides together.

Seeing is Believing, he would
come to call the initiative.

First in Halifax,

and then later on a bigger scale
in Burnley and elsewhere,

Business in the Community
brought together

major employers, government,
local councils, planners,

and other charities, including
The Prince's Trust,

to work alongside local leaders

to restore the heart of
their decaying communities.

He not only corralled
business leaders in the city,

but he wanted to get the
Prime Minister onside as well.

And he saw an opening
when Margaret Thatcher

delivered her leader's speech

at the Conservative Party
Conference

following her third election
victory in 1987.

And so dying industries,
soulless planning,

municipal socialism...

these deprived the
people of the most precious things in life --

hope, confidence, and belief
in themselves.

And that sapping of the spirit

is at the very heart
of urban decay.

Her stress on the importance of
restoring hope and confidence

to the inner cities prompted
the prince

to get in touch with Number 10.

At first, the response
was distinctly cool.

The prince suspected rightly

that the Prime Minister
was reluctant

to meet some
of the community leaders

that he had lined up for her.

As he wrote in one
of his memos,

"The important thing is for the
P.M. to meet the real people.

She must hear at first hand
what their problems are.

I only hope that she won't allow
herself to be put off

by people who may tell her

that she shouldn't be seeing
left-wing characters."

It took time, but in due course,
she was persuaded.

And her government stepped in
to provide backing

for the work of the prince's
charities in the inner cities.

The prince was tireless.

You only have to watch him
in close-up

to see how well he engages
with people one-to-one.

Charlie!
Don't forget us, Charlie!

You've got a hell
of a good voice.

I don't know how you do it.

Come over here.

He put them at ease,

listening to what
they had to say.

And how long
are you doing it for? A year?

- Two years.
- Two years.

- Are you learning something?
- Yeah, quite a lot.

- Like what?
- Business admin.

Are you? Really?

You're gonna be able to start
your own business, are you?

Yeah.

You are the man!

You are the man!

Often he would all but ignore
an official welcoming party

and break away
from this chain gang,

as his officials called them,

to meet those who had
no particular status.

I want to see
the butcher's shop,

'cause he's got rather
a good reputation, hasn't he?

Now, let's have a look in here.

Morning. How are you?
Morning.

No.

Good morning. How are you?

- How's it going?
- Not too badly.

- Is it all right?
- I'm just having a sandwich.

You're having a sandwich.
Which one?

He has an uncanny ability
to draw people in,

to put them at ease,

and to make them feel
that he really cares,

to a degree that a politician

with an axe to grind
can rarely emulate.

And he made use
of these encounters...

Are you in for a drink?

...gleaning insights,
which he passed

back to his various charities,

bombarding them
with suggestions.

"Why don't we try this,
do that?"

Within 20 years of his
investiture,

the prince had created
a confusingly large portfolio

of initiatives.

I can only make sense of it
by imagining a kaleidoscope,

brightly coloured shards

creating an infinite variety
of patterns,

but always a symmetry,

united around the common
theme of harmony.

Of course, none of that was
the stuff of headlines,

and the press
barely covered any of it.

Their "loony prince"
had become a boring prince.

In any case,
their attention was elsewhere.

Am I in the way?

Princess Diana was beautiful
and glamourous.

From the moment of their
unhappily

labelled "fairy-tale wedding,"

she had become the world-fêted
star of the Charles and Di show.

And on the surface, she showed
every sign of relishing it.

How are you enjoying
married life?

I highly recommend it.

- That was quick.
- Wear sunglasses...

He's waving about...

Happy birthday,
Your Royal Highness.

Gradually, though,
the media got wind of the fact

that the marriage
was in trouble,

and then, that it
was crumbling.

Diana!

Symbolic photos of her,
alone and apparently unloved,

came to be on every front page.

She was the adoring mother
of two young children,

and, so the narrative
had it,

the husband was therefore
cold and remote,

indifferent to her
mental turmoil,

for which, most unjustly,

some commentators chose
to hold him responsible.

With the final collapse
of their marriage,

they went their separate
ways with different partners.

But he was widely held to be
the guilty party.

That was a cruel judgment,

and a grotesque distortion
of a complex misery.

For those who saw a good deal
of him at the time,

like I did, it was excruciating
to witness his pain.

Pain that anyone could
seriously think that he was a cold father,

and that a private
family catastrophe

should have to be played out
so luridly in public.

Solace came through music,
literature, and the theatre.

As a royal patron of the arts,

his contribution
was uniquely valuable.

Whenever he's had a moment,
he's escaped into his own world

of peace, beauty,
and creativity.

For years, the prince had been
something of a lone voice,

crying in
an environmental wilderness...

...ignored and mocked,
except by those few activists

with whom he shared
common cause.

As with architecture, the
prince went on the offensive.

Do we not, most of us,
feel a profound,

almost-unconscious unease,

at the course
we have all been taking?

Almost as if we were
living on borrowed time.

Gradually, the world began
to wake up.

Global warming, climate change,

was finally
on the global agenda.

In June 1992, the first
Earth Summit

was due to be held
in Rio de Janeiro.

When he heard of this,
the prince hatched a plan.

In the run-up to the event,
he arranged for Britannia

to be anchored
in the Amazon River Delta.

He invited key international
leaders to a mini summit

on board to help set the agenda
for the big one.

Few could resist an invitation
to dinner in the royal yacht.

He drew up a pretty impressive
guest list --

the U.S. senator, Al Gore; a
clutch of ministers from Europe;

and senior executives from the
World Bank, BP, and Shell;

and, most important of all,

the Brazilian president,
Fernando Collor.

And then disaster struck.
Collor backed out.

But the heir to the throne
was not to be thwarted.

He wrote in his own hand
to the president,

"A great deal of time and effort
has been expended in order

to put this seminar together.
The royal yacht is sailing

all the way out
to Brazil especially.

I personally would be
disappointed and downhearted

by your absence

because it would give all
the wrong signals." He won.

The president came back in,
the seminar went ahead.

It proved to be an exceptionally
productive meeting,

which played no little part
in shaping the priorities

for the Rio summit
the following year.

Secretary-General
Boutros-Ghali...

It was there that
world leaders

signed up to
the first formal agreement

to combat climate change

by reducing the emission
of carbon gases

into the atmosphere.

The world is our garden,

and together
we must cultivate it.

This week at Rio,
we have made a start.

Beyond Rio, we must continue to
carry it through.

Mr. Chairman, for our generation
and for future generations,

there can be no other way.
Thank you.

Convinced that urgent action
was needed

to avoid what he called
the "grim reality"

of catastrophic climate change,

the prince went on
the environmental offensive.

Sustainability is a word much

in use at the moment
among environmentalists.

It means, to put it
rather simply,

the ability to meet
human needs indefinitely

without degrading
the environment.

Yet the challenge
of sustainability has to be met.

Not content with words alone,
he set up his own projects,

working tirelessly in private,
as well as in public,

both at home and abroad,

where he was garlanded
with awards

for his commitment
and leadership.

It was no surprise that in the
decades that followed from Rio,

he continued to make
keynote speeches

at high-profile climate summits
across the world.

It is very simple.
We must save our forests,

for there is no plan B
to tackle climate change.

But in Britain back in 1992,

the Rio summit
was soon forgotten.

Here, public attention
was focused less

on the prince's public role

than on his private travails.

It's very sad,
both for Princess Diana

and for Prince Charles,
and for their children.

I think everyone is very sad
at the ending of the marriage.

In 1996, four years
after their separation,

he and Diana were divorced.

The following year,

the princess was killed
in a car accident

in a Paris underpass.

She was very young.

And she's got two
wonderful children.

I just feel for the children
as well.

Their son William was 15,
Harry, 12.

Their mother's death was not
only dreadful for the two boys,

but tragic for their father
as well.

Outside St. James' Palace,

people queued quietly
to record their tributes

in a book of condolence.

To make it the more painful,

some of the princess'
grief-stricken admirers

appeared in some way to blame
the prince for her death.

Others seemed to doubt that
he loved his children enough

to guide them through
the vulnerable years ahead.

That was as untrue
as it was cruel.

No...
Please, love.

It's too...

- Why?
- 'Cause we saw him.

- Why?
- It's very successful.

Why? Why?

I know how much he loved
and nurtured them

through their teens
and into adulthood.

And he did it
with great sensitivity.

He was wise enough
to let them develop

as very different individuals,
in their own way.

To think for themselves.

To have the confidence
to be their own people

and to make their own choices.

In 2005, he married
Camilla Parker Bowles.

She was, as she is,
down-to-earth, warm-hearted,

and devoid of the airs
and graces

that sometimes afflict
those with rare privilege.

No less importantly,
she gave him

unstinting support.

His partner for life.

Still a driven man,

but better able to brush
aside the slings and arrows

that might be hurled at him,

and to laugh off
the recycled tittle-tattle

by which he was
routinely assailed.

In the run-up to an official
visit to the Gulf in 1993,

he delivered a lecture
in Oxford

extolling the culture of Islam.

Although his own Christianity
was, and is, deep-rooted,

he'd come to revere
the Muslim faith.

He spoke, therefore,
with some passion

about the need for harmony

between the world's
great religions.

Muslims, Christians, and Jews
are all peoples of the Book.

We share many key values
in common --

respect for knowledge,
for justice,

compassion towards the poor
and underprivileged,

the importance of family life,
respect for parents.

In the Islamic world, his words
made a deep impact,

as they did in Britain.

I think we've tended
to look at the East

as being rather primitive
and underdeveloped,

and everything else.

And I feel that the time
has come to remind people

in the West,
if they can be reminded,

of the important things

that we can
still learn from the East

and from Islam.

But he was not content simply
to utter such home truths.

In a world not yet disfigured
by maniacal terrorists,

he ended with a warning.

But we shall need
to work harder

to understand each other,

to drain out any poison
between us,

and to lay the ghost
of suspicion and fear.

It is rather remarkable,
I must say.

You don't often come across
such total silence.

His speech did more than any
politician could hope to match.

It had forged
a spiritual bond

with the leadership
of the Islamic world

that would not be forgotten.

It's amazing, because the
bustard is so big, isn't it?

Yes.

I used to do this
when I was young.

- In Scotland.
- Oh, I see.

In 2007, his quest for harmony
led him to take a huge gamble.

He intervened personally
and decisively

to save this 18th-century
Scottish mansion

from the auctioneer's hammer,

along with its
2,000-acre estate.

It also contained the finest
original collection

of Chippendale furniture
in the world.

His intervention
was so last minute

that these precious pieces
were already being loaded

onto the removal lorries
for the journey

to a London auction house,

where they would have been
dispersed all over the world.

Instead, they're now
on public display

in their original surroundings.

The auction price
was £45 million.

Benefactors were generous,

but the prince had to dig deep
into his own charitable funds

to find the £21 million needed
to save it for the nation.

His critics thought
him reckless.

He had no doubts.

The house was certainly a lure.

But it was the grounds
of the Dumfries estate

that were the real attraction.

Here, finally, the prince

could realise
his vision all in one place...

a home for that tapestry
of enterprises

that are woven together
in the prince's Foundation.

You can see it in the care
and craftsmanship

which distinguish the buildings
that sprout from the landscape.

The work of young men and women,
many of whom might otherwise

have seen little future
for themselves.

There are apprenticeships,
diplomas, and degrees.

planning and design,
thatching and plastering,

stonemasonry and joinery,
and much more.

If the Foundation is an exercise
in nostalgia,

it serves the needs

of at least 15,000 ambitious
young students every year...

keen to acquire skills
that are in growing demand.

Like The Prince's Trust,

his Foundation has not
been his, except in name, for many years.

Both are controlled by trustees,
who are responsible

for every aspect
of their activities.

The prince's guiding principles
may inspire them,

but the trustees alone
are responsible

for steering his vision
into the future.

Underneath this soil...

The estate is open to all,
from the youngest to the oldest.

It's a people's park
with a purpose.

To see what happens here
is to witness, in microcosm,

the values that have
inspired his life.

Here's another one!

It is surely hard to think
of any other living person

who's done so much,
in so many ways,

for so many and for so long.

Dumfries is the prince's
defining legacy.

His earthly quest
for spiritual harmony

was once derided as
a princely eccentricity.

Very few people of any
sensitivity say that nowadays.

He learns from the past,
but looks forward, not back.

He's only been King
for a very short time,

and inevitably there are
still questions to ask.

Principally amongst them,
perhaps,

what kind of king will he be?

To the relief of some,

and the disappointment
of others,

he's no longer a free man,

but a prisoner
of the constitution.

His role as sovereign will limit
his freedom to speak his mind.

There's no way he'll be
a campaigning monarch

beating the drum
for his own initiatives.

His life will be circumscribed
by all those public duties

that in support of his mother,
have taken up more

and more of his time anyway.

My Lords and members
of the House of Commons...

State openings,
foreign dignitaries to host,

honours to hand out...

garden parties and
glad-handing.

But he won't be content

to confine himself
to those formal occasions.

Over many decades,
he's accumulated

a vast store of knowledge
and experience.

At home and abroad, he's met
a greater variety of people,

from the mightiest
to the humblest,

than any other living person.

It would be a foolish
Prime Minister

indeed who squandered
such a resource.

He is a man of substance,
and many parts.

In his new role, he will
still be involved.

He will surely continue to bring
people together

to explore solutions to the huge
challenges of our time,

while ensuring that no-one
could seriously believe

that the Crown had become
an alternative seat of power.

He is mindful
of those unwritten rules

of the British constitution,
which specify

that the sovereign's only right
is to be consulted,

to encourage, and to warn
the government of the day.

Though he may well speak out
on those great issues

where there is
a broad public consensus.

In time of national rejoicing
or national sorrow,

he'll seek to express
the mood of the public,

but he'll surely do
so by finding a language

that reflects his own
lifelong search for harmony.

He'll speak from the heart
as much as the script.

I'm from London!
How are you?

Wherever he goes, people will
have every chance to see

that he is the same man
in a different role.

Diligent, warm-hearted,
caring, and kind.

You can't make that up,
and he can't conceal it.

Your skin is beautiful
as ever.

You're very handsome.

Flattery will get you
everywhere.

So, how will people feel
when they see

the new King enter Westminster
Abbey for his coronation?

You can't tell, but my feeling
is that they will wish him well,

they'll want him to succeed,

and that they will sense
he's a good man,

who will serve them
and the nation

to the best of his ability
for the rest of his life.