A Visit to Hever Castle, Kent
In the years we’ve been together, Terry and I have visited our family in Kent (Terry’s brother, Niko, and family) half a dozen times or more, and every single time we’ve been, we’ve told ourselves we’d definitely fit in a visit to Hever Castle – the childhood home of Anne Boleyn – at some point. And then, every single time, we’ve totally not done that, because… I have no idea why, actually.
This year, then, I honestly didn’t have high hopes of making it to Hever Castle – so, naturally, this was the year we finally went.
(Side note: we drove to Hever from just outside Ashford, and decided to take the scenic route, rather than the motorway: this is something I really recommend if you have the time, because the countryside in this part of the world is just glorious, with so many picture=postcard little villages that my camera roll was full before we even reached the castle itself. But back to Hever Castle,,, )
Now, Hever Castle is probably best known for its Anne Boleyn connection, and, I have to confess that most of what I knew about it came from my – admittedly quite obsessive – binge-watching of The Tudors a few years ago. What I wasn’t prepared for, then, was how absolutely beautiful the place was going to be: both the castle itself, which was built in the 13th century, and has a proper moat and everything, to the gardens, which are some of the prettiest I’ve seen – and I’ve seen a lot of castle gardens in my time, trust me.
After a quick lunch at the on-site cafe, and a wander around the rose garden, we headed straight to the castle itself: