|St. Mary & All Saints, Fotheringhay|
The day started early, as we had to set up refreshments in the community center before the church service started. We weren't expecting many people, maybe the 15 who had said they would be there. To our surprise, 60 people attended, filling the pews of this beautiful little church which was built on orders of Richard's father, the Duke of York, before he was born. A copy of the contract to build the church, the only one of its kind in existence dating to medieval times, is displayed in the sanctuary.
|The Falcon & the Fetterlock, the device of Richard's father|
|The York Window casting colors on the white walls|
|Pulpit of Edward IV|
You have to get up close & inside the pulpit in order to get clear pictures of the Boar & the Bull:
|The White Boar of Richard, Duke of Gloucester|
|Heraldic device of George, Duke of Clarence, the Jan Brady of the York Brothers|
|Tomb of Edmund, Earl of Rutland, who was murdered after battle when he was only 17.|
After a short stop at this tiny church, our group went in separate directions. Since one person in the vehicle I was in had not been to Bosworth, we decided to head there so she could get some pictures before the sunset. As luck would have it, we were close enough to Fenn Lane Farms before the sun went completely down, & so we were able to stand on the road which overlooks the field where Richard lost his life.
|Fenn Lane Farm, the actual battle site|
While this picture may not look like much, I was so emotionally overcome at this moment, I started crying. I actually "felt" the presence of the spirits who still wander this field, 530 years after the battle. I'm sure all of the activity woke them up, especially since several men stood vigil for Richard the night before the procession to Leicester. It was as though I felt the weight of a half- millennia's worth of unexpressed emotions clamoring for an outlet, for release. Perhaps all of the people in the crowds & those who felt drawn to Leicester were answering this call & now that these emotions have found voice, the healing & restoring of Richard's reputation can now begin in earnest.
It was later, on our way back to Leicester, that we realized we traveled the length of Richard's life in one day, & that the place where he was born & the place where he died are only 60 miles apart.