500 years ago this year King Henry VIII ascended the throne. I know, it seems like only yesterday but 500 years ago it was. As Greenwich was his birthplace we've had a few events to celebrate, and today Jim and I randomly stumbled upon another. A celebration of Tudor life, named Henry VIII Days, was being held at the Old Royal Naval College. There was people in costume, people with offensive weapons (is that a mace, or are you just pleased to see me?), Monks selling mead and drinks called inappropriate things like "Priests Daughter" and I saw one with the word Devil in it, jerky meats sold by people off of Dragon's Den (yes I did it, I looked at them and said in my most stupid voice "Were you on Dragon's Den?" Oh the shame.) and, my favourite, people selling fudge. Mmmm... all good fun and rather tasty too.
After that we had whitebait and Staropramen at the Trafalgar (the only pub in the country to have ever held a full Cabinet meeting. The Cabinet members rowed down the Thames as the Prime Minister at the time quite liked the whitebait. Good times. Good times).
But by the time we were heading home the tourists had hit Greenwich and after such a good morning reminded me why I tend not to sample the historical delights of Greenwich at the weekend.
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