Last weekend, we took a trip to Hampton Court. It was Henry VIII's favorite hangout before the toll of constant remarriage caught up to him. Honestly, I don't see why he felt the need to divorce all his wives. If he was already fighting the church over divorce, why not just take it to polygamy? The palace certainly has rooms enough for all his lady friends. It also has a delightful shrubbery maze where he could hide his wives if he got angry at them. I imagine that would be more comfortable than getting beheaded. The maze wasn't actually built until the 17th century, but that's where my friends and I headed first.
The rain was threatening to fall as we entered the maze and started to come down a little bit as we wandered through the hedges. The maze was not terribly confusing until the exit, which was labeled as an exit only for the elderly and infirm but was actually an exit for everyone. The maze was hazardous, however. By which I mean there were children in it. Regardless of the rogue midgets, we made it to the center successfully and back out of the maze.
We spent a good chunk of the afternoon wandering through the rooms of the palace. I made notes for just how to decorate when I become a trophy wife. I've decided to get a giant four poster canopy bed. I have however decided I will not make intricate wall designs entirely out of weapons. Nothing says "Welcome to the palace!" like an array of guns on the wall.
With most of the open rooms explored, we ventured back onto the grounds to explore the gardens despite the rain. While looking for a way to the cafe for a snack and something warm to drink, we found the world's longest grape vine. It's true. They have the plaque from the guys at Guinness on the window. It was less impressive than it might sound. Perhaps if there had been grapes...
With that, I must conclude this hasty update. My friends and I are off to Paris for the weekend. We're meeting a few minutes to make sure we have all the required things for travel. Passports and snacks, you know, the important stuff.
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