On my first trip to England, I wanted to visit the grave of Henry VIII, as he was a personality who loomed large in my childhood. So, I searched and searched all through Westminster Abbey for him, only to learn (when I finally asked), that he wasn’t there. He was here, in Windsor. It took me several years to get out here, but on one of my trips to London when I lived in the U.K., I took a day and hopped on the train out to see this castle. It was a great place to visit, and yes, I finally did find old Hal.