Losing One's Head at Hever Castle

"Angel... come here please." With her 'grumpy face' firmly fixed in place, she showed no sign of budging.

Two women walked past me as I waited patiently. "I think you've given her the wrong name," one of them grinned. I've occasionally wondered the very same thing... hehe.

Hever Castle was the childhood home of Anne Boleyn. With beautiful gardens, mazes, a boating lake, and tours through the castle (complete with 'torture room') this turned out to be a fun day out for the Toggies, for my sister's family, and for my Dad and his wife, Ali.

"Is that divorced or died or cut her head off?" Poppy wanted to know, as soon as she realised that Anne Boleyn had been one of Henry VIII's ill-fated wives. (Henry VIII has been one of her school topics this year.) To tell you the truth, I had no idea... fortunately, we found some waxwork dummies of all Henry wives, along with some info-plaques. Apparently, she was one of the, erm, unlucky ones.

Like I said, the gardens were beautiful, and the sun shone generously. Here's my favourite photo...

Comments

[steve]

That is a beautiful garden...i love stone work buried in greenery...keep searching for the beauty in life!