Author: Jeff
On Sunday I forced myself out of bed for the second day in a row and trudged on down to Victoria Station, this time with a bus ticket in hand. Leeds Castle is around an hour and a half SE of London. It’s pretty much in the middle of nowhere, and is named after a very small village nearby (Leeds). The Castle itself is of Norman origin (1200s) but was converted into a Queenly palace (prison) by Henry VIII himself. It’s changed hands dozens of times since, and is now manged by a trust. It’s a smallish castle, but is perched on two islands in the middle of a lake, surrounded by rolling hills. It makes for a very picturesque fairytale scene.
The weather was chilly and overcast and generally…gloomy. But that all added to the atmosphere of the place. The interior defied that cold-dank castle stereotype; the walls and floors were covered with tapestries and art, and each room was warmed by a giant fireplace.
It was snowing when I took the picture below. If you zoom in enough on the original you can see the little white specks of snow flakes.
