Dark clouds scuttled across rain-drenched skies during my visit to the Tower of London last week, from where I looked out at the Thames and took this photo of Tower Bridge.
But this post is about the Tower of London itself, where even the ravens seemed a bit put out by the weather.
Legend says that the kingdom and the Tower of London will fall if the six resident ravens ever leave the fortress. Luckily the Ravenmaster keeps a spare (7th) raven. After all, they do sometimes go missing.
I read that one raven, named Grog, went mysteriously absent, and was last seen outside an East End pub. No doubt trying to warm up and get out of the rain.
Of course, during the commotion of the Second World War the ravens were absent from the Tower, and the kingdom didn't fall then. But why take chances?
Personally I thought the gloomy weather was the perfect setting for a visit to this stone-walled fortress that William the Conqueror began to construct in the 1070s, being that it's the scene of murder, mystery and beheadings. Yes, it also houses the Crown Jewels, but I'm more interested in the stories of the people who lived or were imprisoned here than valuable gems.
Which is why, standing on the peaceful Tower Green, it meant something to me when I closed my eyes and, with the patter of rain and the caw of the ravens in the background, I imagined the day in May of 1536 when Queen Anne Boleyn stood close to this spot awaiting her execution. Nine others were beheaded here as well. I wonder what their last thoughts were?
The new (since my last visit) execution site memorial beautifully reads:
Gentle visitor pause awhile. Where you stand death cut away the light of many days. Here jewelled names were broken from the vivid thread of life. May they rest in peace while we walk the generations around their strife and courage, under these restless skies.
-- Brian Catling, creator of the execution site memorial
