Where we lost the king
On a recent visit to Bosworth I was pointed in the direction of the site where Richard most probably lost his life. I wandered the area until I found myself here.
The day after the procession of Richard's remains from Bosworth to Leicester, during which the entire route was crowded with people throwing white roses onto the coffin, I drove back to the Fenn Lanes, parked up, and walked into the field where he made his final stand against the usurping Welshman.
I was moved to tears again, standing alone in that field, as I was the first time I went there many years ago.