A pictorial diary of my walks around the parks and wild areas of Leicestershire, and occasionally farther afield.

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Saturday, October 12, 2013

Lady Jane Grey - 6 October 2013

Bradgate House in the middle of the Bradgate deer park is the ancestral home of the Grey family, the daughter of which was made Queen of England in 1553 and reigned for nine days before Mary took the throne and had her beheaded.

Below are the ruins of their home. 

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It is said that Jane was the victim of politically ambitious parents and until they took her to London and crowned her, she had no pretensions in that direction. Nor did she know where she was being taken until they arrived at the Tower of London. 

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An apparent myth about this time is that the woodsmen of the Charnwood Forest, in which the Greys' home is situated, would cut the tops from all the Royal oaks if Jane was beheaded. This tale has grown from the odd shape of many of the older oaks. However, oaks were coppiced at the time of Lady Jane and used for building ships for the navy. The odd shape would have resulted from the time that coppicing ceased.
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Every old house should have a ghost story and Bradgate House is no different. It is said that, at midnight on mid-summer's night, Lady Jane's coach approaches along the road from the south, the Newtown Linford road, and stops outside the front door of the house.

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However, the main road to the house was from the East, the direction of Anstey, and over a small bridge over the Lin.

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We always thought it was just a myth, but some friends and I spent a mid-summer's night in a small old slate quarry nearby, with a clear view of the house.
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Midnight approached, and we'd been telling horror stories to keep a light mood. We all watched as the moon disappeared behind an erie cloud and a slight mist rose from the damp grass.

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The bells of a nearby church rang out at midnight and we held our collective breath, looking expectantly towards Newtown Linford.

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We waited in silence and .............. Nothing happened, she stood us up! Not the first woman to do that :o)

All taken on
Canon EOS 7d, EF 100 - 400mm

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