We’ve been to London, not see the Queen, but to see family, and whilst we were there we did two things, we went to the National Archives, to take a look at the war diaries of the time my father spent in Burma, during WWII with the 864 ME Coy Royal Engineers. It was an emotional experience. And deserves a blog post of its own. I need a little time to bring my thoughts together first though.
Afterwards, to decompress, we went to Kew Botanical Gardens, a favourite place.
We’d not been to Kew Palace before (which stands within the gardens) its a gem of building. Imbued with history, its been a home to the Royal family as far back as 1729.
But what we liked about its that for the best part of two centuries it stood empty, which meant many things were left unchanged, it escaped the passing fashions of the time.
I thought the soft light and the colour of the clerks of the kitchen’s office rather special.
The dinning room is set for the first meal King George was allowed to eat with a knife, as he recuperated from a period ‘of madness’ at Kew
In 1788 the whole nation was thrown into turmoil as the King was declared ‘mad’ after the onset of a mysterious illness, probably porphyria. This is a hereditary blood disorder that can cause temporary mental derangement.
Roast rabbit was on the menu, I think you might wish to take a knife to it!
They were not the only delicacies…
The top floor of the building is unrestored, we liked seeing the way the building was put together,
I’m always drawn to a little sparkle though
The room guides were as imbued with the history as the building itself. We’d have missed the detail and craftsmanship of this original window, were it not for the guide
And who knew the Royal Palaces have a sash window expert that maintain these troublesome devices so they can be lifted with a finger.