The last time I visited Hampton Court Palace I was dressed as a servant. It was a school trip, and I must put my hands up and confess that I can hardly remember a single thing about the day, apart from wearing a hideous outfit and feeling rather self conscious.
In my younger days I didn't find history particularly interesting, much to my teachers and parents exasperation. These days I love walking through time and I find the past a fascinating world to learn and explore.
Yesterday I visited Hampton Court Palace again, with a dear friend, and read and learnt many dates and facts. We entered grand rooms and not so grand rooms, imagining royal families, knights, servants and actors who had filled the palace with laughter, entertainment, tears and deceit. We then appreciated the amazing gardens, managed not to get lost in the maze, and had a picnic in the beautiful grounds.
Personally I think history could be compared to fine wine - it improves vastly with age.
Pictures of the day:
Hampton Court Palace.
The wine cellar.
The tudar kitchen.
The horses in the garden.
The trees in the garden.
The immacualtely kept, vibrant gardens.
The maze. Erm, which way now?!