Harry’s most recently posted picture is from a picnic in Regent’s Park last weekend. It’s crowded with other Londoners, but Harry is the focus: cross-legged and barefoot on a blue chequered blanket, a punnet of strawberries in his lap. His soot-black lashes squint behind his round spectacles as he looks into the camera. His hair, which had always resembled a bird’s nest in school, is wild but in a different sort of way. His curls are more precise, smoother. They frame his face in licks and coils pushed haphazardly to one side. His ears are pierced with thin gold hoops.