On my visit to Hever Castle last year, I was very surprised by how small and humble Anne’s bedroom was as I had imagined it larger. But what was memorable was the lovely view from her window. I stood and wondered what Anne had seen when she looked out her window all those centuries ago. What had she been thinking of as she took in the beautiful castle surrounds? What I am sure of is that during her imprisonment in the Tower she must have dreamed and longed to be home at Hever in the picturesque countryside. This was a very special moment in my life!