Mortlake
They left Leicester House at sunup. Even Nan was glad to be riding. The barge trip from Hampton Court to Leicester House two days ago had been miserable; damp, misty and interminable.
As they clattered out of London and into the country, sheep scattered before them and cows stared stolidly as they passed.
The Queen had given leave for Mary and her…
Comments
Nothing yet. Say the first thing.
Sign in to join the conversation.