This is the text of this morning’s Thought for the Day on the BBC Radio 4 Today programme:
Having lived for nine years in Leicestershire and now living in Yorkshire, I feel like I inhabit the tension around the final burial place of King Richard III.
His bones will be reinterred in Leicester Cathedral, less than a hundred yards from the hole in the city centre car park that I found myself looking into 2 years ago. Their symbolic journey has of course been much longer.
But, who was he? Was Richard a megalomaniac psychopathic child killer who was as lousy a monarch as he was a warrior? Or was he a sick victim of someone else’s arrows of misfortune, caught up in the political intrigues and power plays of his day? Shakespeare hasn’t necessarily helped us in his portrayal of the desperate king who, despite not winning very much…
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