RICHARD III's BED


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While the latest inn is a micropub down a side street, the original Blue Boar Inn was a much grander affair.

It was situated along Leicester’s Medieval High Street, where it offered food and accommodation to the ordinary townsfolk, wealthy travelers - and even royalty.

Rather than travel the distance in one day, he decided to pause and spend the night in Leicester.
Richard had visited Leicester several times as the town’s Castle was part of the Royal estates.
Richard and his entourage commandeered the best inn in Leicester...........Blue Boar Inn.

Whether this was by coincidence or design is not known, for the white boar was also Richard’s personal emblem.....

It was the best room in the house.
It had a view of the street, a large fireplace and its exposed rafters were painted with red, black and yellow scrollwork, rather than left bare.

He was very fussy about where he slept.
So, his own bed, which travelled with him was assembled and made up in his appointed room.
Here he spent the night before riding out of Leicester the next morning.

Legend claims there was a hoard of treasure hidden within the bed.
Richard never slept in his bed again.
He spent the night of 21st August, camped outside Bosworth.
Then, on 22nd August, he was killed in battle.

He didn't return as a victorious king though, instead he returned as a naked, mutilated, corpse that was left on public display in the Church of St Mary of the Annunciation.

He set about repainting the white boar blue - and changing the Inn’s name.
The White Boar became The Blue Boar, after the symbol of John de Vere, the Earl of Oxford - the general of the new King, Henry VII.

Whispers started of a fortune in gold and silver was hidden somewhere in the bed, that the doomed King had left behind.
Countless people checked and were disappointed.
Then, sometime around the turn of the seventeenth century, the treasure was reputedly found....

The locals reasoned the treasure was the only way Thomas and his wife Agnes, could have become affluent enough for Thomas to be appointed Lord Mayor of Leicester.

One night, a petty criminal called Thomas Harrison stopped at the Inn.
While there, he heard the legend of King Richard’s treasure, and the Clarke’s good fortune.
Sensing an opportunity, he decided to stay on for a few days and find out more......
This would lead to the death of Agnes Clarke, and begin one of Leicester’s strangest ghost stories.
But thats a story for another time

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