A most odd and unlikely event will come to pass on Thursday in the UK. The mortal remains of King Richard III, last of the Plantagenet line, the last English king to die in battle will be reburied more than 500 years after his death. An extraordinary story with his bones being dug up from under a car park in the middle of Leicester in 2012.
Richard remains one of our most controversial Kings. Vilified by Shakespeare and the Tudor propaganda machine that subsequently tried to expunge him from history, his coffin is drawing extraordinary crowds to the cathedral where he will be buried on Thursday. Thousands lined the route of his procession yesterday. Some claim he was a child killer with his young nephews mysteriously disappearing in 1483 clearing the way for him to seize the throne. In truth we know little of the truth. Within 2 years Richard too had lost his throne to another usurper Henry Tudor, cut down on Bosworth Field and our history changed forever
I guess it must all seem rather extraordinary to visitors from afar. Or indeed those kind enough to read my blog. But it is part of history. And our history makes us who we are.
Away from the nostalgic celebration of royalty another day is over. Easter is nearly upon us. I'm well and having a quiet evening of Massenet opera and reading. Good to get away from all the screens. So I bid you farewell until next time.
I Heard a Voice.
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