A last visit to much-loved Sudeley. You know now, along with me, that my time in Camelot is ending, so perhaps you can also see these images with the mix of pending nostalgia that has colored all of my last days.
I like to imagine these windows with Henry VIII looking through them … or Elizabeth walking past … or unfortunate Katherine Parr with Jane Grey … Or as an example of how we strange humans create windows where there is just air, and backdrops for our passions and dreams where there is really just sunlight.
And this new bust of Richard III, commissioned after his burial site was rediscovered. I was lucky enough to take a tour of the private apartments at Sudeley a couple years ago — now, many of the rooms formerly only accessible during that tour are part of the general public tour route. (No photos allowed in this part of the house, however, so you really must go for yourself to see!) If you’ve never been, or haven’t been recently, I recommend a visit.