According to Claire Ridgeway: [A]advent, the four weeks leading up to Christmas, was a time of fasting which did not end until Christmas Day. Alison Sim, in “Pleasures and Pastimes in Tudor England”, writes of how Christmas Eve was particularly strict and Tudor people were not allowed to eat eggs, cheese or meat. On Christmas... Continue Reading →
I tend to feel a little sorry for Edward, the son of Henry VIII and Jane Seymour. He never knew his mother and his father died when he was only nine years old. And although he was king of England and Ireland, he never actually ruled in his own right: he died when he was only... Continue Reading →
I love Henry VIII stories, both fact and fiction. He was such a large character - and I don't mean just physically. But an explanation for his mood swings from Tracy Borman seems a little too simplistic to me. She claims in her article ‘Leg pain, not brain damage, to blame for Henry VIII’s anger problems’... Continue Reading →
