They are nice enough people on a one to one basis. My family has had a lot to do with them, even my great aunt, who lived next to Balmoral, played with Charles as kids. Yes; they dressed up as goats.
My ancestor was the surgeon royal to Balmoral, and birthed amongst others, the famous John Brown who supposedly was pressing Vicky's tweeds at one point. Shame he never gave her a haggis in the over, as I would no doubt have my rightful place in the aristocracy.
The queen mum used to walk her dogs on the beach down from our hotel back in the day, and our bloodhound would terrorise them. I remember unhooking him from the back of the land rover to chase them. A wee devil I was, even as a toddler.
It was a simpler world back then, without so much concern for security and avoiding the press.
Perhaps that is what people like about them, a reminder of better days.