This week-end we abandoned our usual family hangout of our local shopping centre for a much more sophisticated venue. We travelled back in time to the romantic age of chivalry, courting and curtsying,wandering around the lavish halls and strolling through the magnificent gardens of Kings and Queens. All the historical novels that I have ever read came to life around me in between the regal red velvet walls of Hampton Court.
The palace (built in 1515 ) had been inhabitted by the royal family until the 18th Century and since then remained very much the same, making you feel like you have entered into an entire different era. As I gazed upon her dressing table, I could imagine Queen Mary sitting there as her ladies in waiting brushed her hair, sharing the gossip of the latest scandals at court; which Earl had taken on a mistress, which Lady was secretly barren and had lied to her husband, which young Duchess had fallen in love with a kitchen boy!
History surrounded me,
trickling down the walls,
seeping through the carpets,
pouring through the ceiling.
It was overwhelming. Just being there made me feel like I had been born into the wrong century. We missed the massive Next sale and yet I can not bring myself to care. I no longer find myself excited by the brightly coloured jumpsuits or the cute ballet flats. It seems that I have developed a more…vintage style. By that I mean corsets, lace and a crown.
During my trip back in time I did manage to take a few pictures using a very out of place digital camera. They do not compare to the actual majesty of the palace but I hope some of the magic was captured.