After lunch, we went back to the car and made our way back toward Tunbridge Wells, stopping in at Hever Castle. Poor Alison has been here more times than she can count as a tour guide to the Canadian branch of our family, so she decided to skip the interior tour and I ventured in alone.
Hever is where Anne Boleyn grew up and was courted by Henry VIII. The castle has a very quaint feel to it and houses a museum. There are a lot of Boleyn family artifacts and lots of history about the Boleyn's and King Henry VIII, but also details about the other owners of the castle.
Outside the castle there are extensive gardens. We walked around in the pouring rain, which started sometime while I was in the museum. There is a yew maze and a water maze, as well as the gardens. The Italian garden is beautiful, even when your feet are wet and your jeans are sticking to your ankles. There is also a lake at the far end of the gardens. It looked like a great place to live and would have been lovely in the sun we had earlier today.
Once we had explored the gardens we resembled drowned rats so we went back to Alison's where we dried off and relaxed once again with some wine. Alison made me another great dinner, this time fish and chips which seemed appropriate for my last dinner in England.