Sunday, a brief laze and then up to croissants and toast. Over this we decide on a family time out at the Richard III experience in Leicester. In the excitement of this I forget to take my meds. We head off into town and wave our hastily pre-booked tickets at the staff and enter the experience. Here are some of the pictures I took:
This is the Pall that now rests over the modern tomb of Richard III which is now in Leicester Minster. It took 18 months to stitch and depicts the people of the time of Richard III and the people who discovered him and did the science to prove it was him.
It was a surprisingly interesting experience and once we had our fill of the 17th century and all the attendant violence that went on non stop during the 1660s and 70s, we headed for the White Boar Café and found they did wizard pasties and coffee. Once replenished we drive home and my youngest daughter and her partner head off home.
I settle to watch rugby, eat tea and then write the blog while watching the BAFTA awards. Prizes for the made up. It fills a gap before Peaky Blinders and match of the day. I am so shallow. I’m tired and looking forward to me bed tonight.