Late Sunday morning, after spending time with another cousin, we left the caravan park and headed back to Eltham. We got stuck in a traffic jam only a few miles from my cousin's home. It seemed to take us for ever to cover that short distance.

Before we left for England, I had arranged to meet two fellow Anne Boleyn devotees for a pilgrimage to Anne’s last resting place at the Tower of London. By the time I arrived in England, the arrangements had taken on the flavour of a true family affair. Alan, my husband’s cousin (and also our son’s godfather)had kindly set into motion a very special, behind the scenes tour of the Tour through one of his friends – a bon fide Beefeater.

After meeting up my two online friends at the scaffold, we raced off, with moments to spare, to a re-enactment of Richard III's coronation. Alan joined us then with his friends. Whilst the re-enactment was purely an entertainment for tourists, it still included a bit of history and was a lot of fun to watch.

After that, we were taken back to wait for Alan’s friend to finish work. Once he did, we ended up having one of those ‘pinch me, am I dreaming moments?’ life moments. Our own private Beefeater took us to the prison chamber of Sir Thomas More. I will never forget walking in this chamber, thinking I was actually in the place Sir Thomas spent the final days of his life. I am still in awe just thinking about it. But that was not the end to the day’s excitements.