Hampton Court Palace
Or that field trip in which Alan Rickman was there and everything else seemed to matter less
Hampton Court Palace is one of two palaces of King Henry VIII still surviving today. It is a combination of both Tudor and Baroque architecture styles, expanded with the intention to rival the palace of Versailles in France, but never completely made over because work on the palace stopped in 1694. We learned a lot about architecture from Alun, and he took us here on our next field trip to see all of his lessons in a real palace instead of just in slides during his lectures. In the archway you can see (it’s one of the pictures I included) the interlocking H and A for Henry and Anne Boleyn. The palace is famous for its maze of hedges in which we frolicked as well as its gardens.
The palace is beautiful, but exploring the gardens disappeared in the most intense fit of fangirling I’ve ever had. We were walking out of one of the exhibits, past the apartments of William III, and Kim and I heard a voice echoing through the stairwell that sounded oddly like Alan Rickman.
We looked at each other, and looked up the stairs just to see who could have a voice as unique as Alan Rickman’s and it turns out that it was Alan Rickman. As any good Harry Potter fans will do we ran out to grab Laura and Tom and dragged them back inside to catch up with Steven and take creeper photos of the man.
I didn’t speak to him - Tom was the only one that did. I was too busy freaking out with Kim to have not made a complete and utter fool of myself. We thought he was there with his family and chose to do the noble thing and not be crazy American fans. We found out later that in May he was filming a project set at Versailles and can only guess that the reason he was at Hampton Court was to do some research without the cost of and time spent traveling to France.
We kept running into him after that, at one point almost literally. I tripped through a doorway and almost fell into a man in a black peacoat when I was going to fetch a few of my friends before we left. Turned around to make sure I hadn’t fallen into the man, and lo and behold there’s Alan Rickman again.
Part of me wishes I had knocked into him because it would have been a reason to talk to him, but I’m just still really grateful that my clumsiness didn’t kill one of my childhood heroes.
WOW. Love this story. Thanks for posting the pic of Rickman.