Ann Ran

Yesterday we went to pretty Hever Castle, family home of Ann Boleyn... you know, the one who captivated the cold heart of fat King Henry and lost more than her virtue too!

It may have been the warmth of the unexpected sun affecting my senses, but I could swear I spotted Queen Annie's ghost floating past as I ambled under The Loggia. She looked very Tudor in her finery. I called to her asking about life under our most notorious king, literally and metaphorically. However, not a word said she as she ran away. She clearly wanted to get ahead.