Open Day at Bosworth Battlefield Center...

I have been to the Bosworth Battlefield Center three times, and each time I am impressed by the changes that have been made. When I was there in 2017 on my pilgrimage to my homeland to see Richard's grave and new tomb in Leicester, I was welcomed by the staff at Bosworth as a member of the Richard III Society and given the royal treatment. There is much to see and experience (photos below), and I will never forget being able to use an electric wheelchair (due to an ankle injury) and turn up the speed going down the same hill they think Richard charged down! My poor husband must have felt as helpless as Richard's closest friends did as they watched him suddenly take off down the hill to engage directly at Henry of Richmond. Scott was able to head me off before I turned the cart over, however, and crisis was averted. Not so for Richard, who, as we know, lost first his horse and then his life on Bosworth field on August 22nd, 1485. He was the last English king to die in battle.

I was on the center website this weekend and see they have an open house next Saturday, 21st September. I encourage you to go, if you are in the neighborhood. It's a must-see for history lovers and those fascinated with Richard III! Sadly, my new book, This Son of York, won't be ready to include on the extensive bookshelves.

https://www.bosworthbattlefield.org.uk/events/heritage-open-day-event/




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Charlie said…
It's a great place. I highly recommend the walking tours as well.
September 15, 2019 at 4:07 PM
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