I didn’t want to be a princess though, I wanted to be a king. People tried to explain to me that little girls couldn’t be kings, but I wasn’t having any of it. This was my dream and I was in charge.
Back then I was lucky enough to live right by Hampton Court Palace, and my mother would often take me, even just to walk around the grounds. I am much older now - and live in another country (not far from some other exceptional castles & palaces!) - but every now and then, I’ll hope on the train and visit Hampton Court. A few weeks ago, I did just that. The morning started out with glorious sunshine, but soon turned into a typical damp English Saturday as we travelled past my childhood home. By the time we made it to Hampton Court and off the train, it was quite literally chucking it down. But it would take more than that to damper my enthusiam!
As soon as I entered, I ran off and ditched my companions. I can’t help it, it’s much more fun that way!
What are these photos about?
Is that most people don’t, which means we pretty much had the gardens to ourselves.
The garden has been planted with flowers and herbs that would have been available in the 16th century, guarded by gilded heraldic beasts and bold green and white painted fences.
So stepping into the Tudors kitchens to discover a massive fire roaring was a fantastic surprise!
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