Before going to Bosworth, we stopped at a florist and we bought a memorial wreath and two bunches of white roses. We placed one bunch in St James' Church in Sutton Cheney and the other under the Bosworth Stone. John hung our wreath above the brass memorial tablet in the church where Richard III probably heard his last mass, and I added a little watercolour I had done the night before.

Beneath the tablet stands a hand-written copy of Richard's Prayer:

Most merciful Lord Jesus Christ as Thou didst wish to relieve those burdened with sore afflictions, to redeem the captives, to free the imprisoned, to bring together those who are scattered, to restore the contrite in heart, to comfort the wretched, and to console those who grieve and mourn, deing to release me from the affliction, temptation, grief, infirmity, poverty and peril in which I am held, and give me aid. Extend This arm to me; pour Thy grace over me and free me from all distresses and griefs by which I find myself troubled. // Free me, O Lord, by Thy most holy mercy, by Thine incernation, by Thy nativity, by Thy fasting, by Thy labour and suffering, by the blows and by the holes, by the crown of thorns, by Thy most cruel and unworthy death on the cross. // Thou saidst. O Lord, "It is finished", showing that the labours and griefs which Thou hadst undertaken for us wretches were now completed. // I ask Thee, O Most gentle Christ, to keep me and defend me from all evil and from my evil enemy, and from all danger, present, past, and to come, and deign to console me by Thy descent into hell, by Thy resurrection, by Thy grace of the Holy Spirit, and by Thy coming in the day of Judgement. // O Lord hear me, by all Thy benefits for which I give and return Thee thanks because Thou didst make me from nothing, and hast redeemed me by Thy most wonderful love and mercy from damnation to everlasting life. I ask Thee, O Most gentle Jesus Christ to save me from all perils of body and soul, and after the course of this life to bring me to Thee, the living and true God, who livest and reignes, O God, through Jesus Christ the living and true Lord, Amen.

On Ambion Hill, Richard's flag still flaps in the wind. I wished to touch it but it wasn't possible.

Dick's Well, where Richard is said to have drunk before the battle.

The memorial stone where Wanda placed our second bunch of white roses. The stone marks the point where Richard was supposedly slain, but the real place is probably elsewhere - and nobody will know for sure. We drank toasts for Richard, Norfolk, Catesby, Ratcliffe, Lovell, and to all the unnamed people who died at Bosworth for having kept faith.

Shots from the Battlefield Heritage Centre, featuring records of Charles and Diana visiting the centre for the Quincentenary in 1983, Richard's model statue in full armor and the two contenders. I had the opportunity to wear a coat of mail - I didn't expect it was SO heavy!

In the afternoon we went to see Richard's statue by James Butler in Castle Gardens, Leicester. I convinced the group to make a stop there instead of going to Ashby-de-la-Zouch Castle, and it was worth it. Richard passed through Leicester on his road to Bosworth, stopping - the legend says - at the White Boar Inn, and was carried back there, dead, to be eventually buried in the Greyfriars' Church.

 next day: Fotheringhay