Harry lounged back in the hammock and stretched his arms above his head. It was another beautifully sunny day in Wales. He scoffed at the notion that it always rained here. He couldn't remember the last time it wasn't baking down and bright. Lying bastards. He might as well have been sunning himself in the Med. Okay, so he wasn't at the beach, rocking gently instead between two holly trees in his palace garden, but the ambiance was pretty much the same.