Today was a Travel Day. It started in Waterloo with our final visit to Field Marshal Wellington’s Headquarters, right on the Main Street of the town.
It’s a museum now, and though well over 200 years old, is remarkably well preserved. On entering the mandatory gift shop and cashiers first welcome you.
But later on, up the stairs, are some real surprises. The rooms are guarded, but the the guards are discreet, and a little tipsy.
Rooms of medical equipment display the surgeon’s art of 1815, including a prosthetic led worn by a Cavalry Captain. Indeed, in this particular case, the specific leg in question was buried out back in the garden, with its own little grave marker. John and I posed beside a commemorative wall, nearby, in which the writing was in live fern.
The highlight of the museum was a visit with the Iron Duke himself. As we walked in, Wellington was just writing some correspondence. Each guest was permitted just a few minutes with him, so I asked him if it was worth 25,000 deaths just to preserve the corrupt kingships of the era. He didn’t see it that way.
He looked back to his Brittanic Kingdom, a Constitutional Monarchy. He believed that that was the superior way of government, with the greatest good for the greatest numbers. We thanked him for his time and went out to test his theory by visiting a town of the greatest good. The beautiful seaside village of Honfleur.
Honfleur is across the Seine River from Harfleur, our first stop in Henry V’s Agicourt Campaign. But we’ll get to that later.