Countdown: 8 days to go to King Richard III’s reinterment.
I’ve totally ruined my sleeping cycle. Unfortunately, the night before I left I only got about three hours of sleep and only an hour on the trublent night flight plane and then I didn’t sleep when I arrived, so I was a mess.
Anyway, the wonderful news is that the Ricardian adventure has now officially started. The maternal unit and I landed in England yesterday. My last day in Canada was spent waiting for a second credit card — just in case — that never arrived and for a library book that also failed to appear. I should have ordered both earlier. Fortunately, my mother and I got a three-seat set on the flight to ourselves, so we could spread out and relax. The one item, so far, I have realised I forgot is my shower cap.
On Sunday, March 15, King Richard III’s remains were coffined in the presence of John Ashdown-Hill and other notables. It’s good to see that Ashdown-Hill has finally got a special nod. Without him…
Today, my mother and I will go to Hampton Court Palace. Alas, it has no Ricardian connection as it was built in 1514 by Cardinal Wolsey, and acquired, shall we charitably say, by Henry VIII a few years later when Wolsey’s fortunes began to wane. Hampton Court was a royal residence for a number of centuries. Today, it’s also home of the Royal School of Needlework. (In addition to the Richard III Society, I belong to the Toronto Guild of Stitchery, so a visit to the Shop of said establishment will be absolutely necessary.)