Hampton Court Palace

We went to Hampton Court Palace. It’s big. It’s grand. There’s a rotund chap strolling the corridors playing Henry VIII. I loved the painted ceilings, especially the way they wrapped around soft corners. But. But, but, but. Although it was a nice day out and although the palace is a ‘must see’, it just doesn’t have the pizazz of Windsor Castle or some of the other Royal Palaces and Castles we have visited. I’d like to tell you more about our day. But it just didn’t inspire a story. Maybe it’s just me and not the palace. One can only have a certain amount of enthusiasm, and I may have burned through my store of the stuff.

On the plus side, it was a lot better than Kensington Palace. And it’s another of the Royal Palaces on the list that we’ve ticked off. There’s just one more of the London pack to visit now. Roll on Kew Palace. If you’d like to see the photos click here. If you’d like to see the photos of Mrs P and I, then click here too.

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10 Comments

  • Well, I’m glad to have found your blog. I’ll be watching for Warwick and all the other great places. Your photos are wonderful.

    A blog you might enjoy was written by Caro Rikkonen, the “Brimstone Butterfly.” Her passion was to visit all the great English Houses and write about them. Her photos weren’t as fine as yours, but her information was bountiful. She died in 2012. I wish she could know how much I still enjoy reading her posts.
    http://thebrimstonebutterfly.blogspot.com/

    • I’m glad you like the photos.

      I spent quite a while looking through her blog. She did write a good story.One of the last places she visited was Apsley House, which I had a good look round a few weeks ago.

      And what a sad final post. My first assumption was that she had been ill. But the poem and note from her friends at the bottom suggest a sadder end.

      I’ve often thought that blogs make good memorials. I’d prefer than mine doesn’t take that status for an awfully long time to come, of course. But one day, the inevitable catches up with us all. And what better memorial to leave behind after life has gone, than your journey through it.

      The question is always, how long will our virtual memorials remain online, before they are deleted to make room for new ones? It’s been nice to be able to pay for some permanency.

      • I don’t know what will happen to the Brimstone Butterfly. I don’t know if anyone is keeping an eye on it. I recently added a message to the final post to ask. I think it should be archived and saved.

        When I read that final post I was stunned. I searched Google to find out more. I found an article about her suicide. She had been some sort of accountant in Wimbledon and had been good at it, but her own personal debts deeply shamed her. Apparently she left a note.

        I also found a blog post by Anita Davison, the author, speaking lovingly of Caro’s blog. Anita and I struck up a correspondence that has become a friendship. So, Caro left us gifts.

  • I loved Hampton Court Palace. I thought it was grand enough, but mostly what I liked is how many secret places I wasn’t allowed to go. That got my imagination running. Of course, that’s true of all the others as well!

    • Hi Petrea,

      I am being a little harsh on HCP. I guess the reasons I gave in my comment above play a part. Also, I may be suffering from palace fatigue at the moment! And I am almost certainly getting a little tired of promotional literature promising me that I’ll be walking in the footsteps of Henry VIII. Jeez, it’s almost like you can’t actually go anywhere without stepping on his long gone toes!

      • One wearies of old Henry, that’s for sure. There must have been other interesting kings!

        Have you been to Warwick Castle yet? I wasn’t crazy about all the Mme. Tussaud’s figures, but it may have changed since I was there in 1999. The castle is spectacular.

  • On my trip to London this summer I visited Hampton Court. It was an interesting excursion, but, no, the palace was not the most astounding that I have seen. The most impressive part architecturally was the chapel, and I was disappointed that photography was not permitted. I find it interesting how fussy the English can be about photography in churches… even without a flash. (Well, at least in the big churches like Westminster Abbey or St. Paul’s which also charge a hefty admission.) Photography was permitted in St. Alban’s Cathedral, and the church wardens who opened the little churches in my ancestral villages did not mind that I took pictures.

    On the other hand, in Mexico and Spain, where you might expect less tolerance of photography, I have always been able to take pictures of church interiors.

    • I think my expectations prior to the visit were detrimental to the impact the palace had on me. That’s quite often the way when you expect so much.

      Photography bans are creeping, but aren’t, thankfully, terribly widespread. Yet, anyway. But it is a shame that St Pauls in particular has a ban in place.

      In Mexico, the only place I ever had trouble taking photos was in Reforma 222. A mall….

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