the queen mother saved the 15th-century castle from ruin soon after her husband, king george vi, diedit took three years to repair, and every summer for almost 50 years, she entertained family and friends. guest would often pop along to john o'groats and the orkneys and bring back the tackiest uvenir they could find, which their royal host found very amusing. it was left to members of staff to find a good home for most of the items. a few escaped. note the late 16th-century flemish tapestry adorned by a late 20th-century scottish nessie. so that's where that got to. when she was in residence, the queen mother's daily ladies helped look after the castle, and they still come in every day. now they're tour guides, recalling life at the castle and discreetly spilling the beans-- plus the occasional lemon. and here's the proof-- a telegram to her daughter, who was on the royal yacht britannia, which was close by. "there is a grave shortage of lemons. could you possibly bring a couple with you?" the young queen arrived, vital fruit in hand, and disaster was avoided. the queen mother's passi