It’s 1501, you’re 15 and you’ve just married the future king of England. After living for month in Tickenhill Manor you move on to your new home, Ludlow Castle in Wales.

What was it like to walk around these grounds, to take your gown in hand and walk up the stone stairway into the castle. Did your laughter echo through the corridors?

Did you and your love sit on the stone benches as the sun warmed your face or is this where you sat when you were told the news that he would smile at you no more. Did your tears fall here?

Are these now abandoned passageways where you walked as you wondered what the future held for you without him?

As I walked through these ruins some 505 years later, I thought of you and was amazed by the strength you showed throughout your life and how you held to your convictions, no matter how many people turned against you.