We took the train out to Hampton Court to see Henry VIII’s castle. They had these little robes you could put on to pretend you were a member of court.
Kola was too cool to keep his on, but Sasha and Rustic did.
Sasha, with that puffy coat on, looked just like a little Henry VIII.
So, we walked around with the audio guides for a little,
until all they were doing was pressing buttons on those and not paying any attention to what was around them, so I had to take them away.
They were very serious about being royalty.
Soon, the young king grew hungry:
As did his cousin, Prince Rustislav, visiting from the East:
Kola was their servant -
I’m not sure what he was serving, but that’s why I’m not a king.
They were having some sort of stand off about territory and women.
I think Sasha, I mean Henry VIII, won.
As with all of our other trips, Sasha went from being very happy (and fed, and he even managed to poo in the royal toilets) to a crabby brat in about seven seconds.
He wouldn’t pose in front of the actual Henry VIII’s portrait without being threatened.
He pulled out of his little mood when we took them out in the pouring rain to go through a maze. I think it’s actually better it was raining because I was able to keep my hood on and just look at the ground so as to avoid a claustrophobic induced anxiety attack.
Thankfully Rustic has some very strange sense of direction and got us to the middle of it in like 6 minutes.