Middlecoat
Vanished like an old oak table
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Quite a few years ago I was on the train from South Wales to London. The journey took about three hours and to keep myself occupied I took a book. I can't remember the actual title but it was about the Tudors, specifically Anne Boleyn. Anyway we were not too far from London when I got to the section on descriptions and alleged portraits of Anne. The book was careful to point out that none of the portraits could definitively be said to be contemporary but that from all the surviving evidence she appeared to be olive skinned with dark hair and protruding dark eyes. Oval faced, handsome rather than 'pretty' with some kind of mole or birthmark on her neck.
Now I only go into this details because it is relevant to what happened next. A young woman came through the train and sat opposite me. I glanced up at her and the hairs on the back of my neck literally stood on end. She was the personification of the description I had just read. Long dark hair, huge brown eyes, a big brown mole or blemish on her neck which was really long and slender. The resemblance to Anne's portrait was marked. It wasn't just how she looked, she was dressed in an eclectic way with lots of scarves and rings and she exuded a 'presence'. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She just sat quietly and looked out the window. I must have been gawping at her because I was aware my mouth was open!! The train terminated at Paddington but she didn't get off at once, she just lingered. I did disembark and went on my way.
I am not claiming that Anne Boleyn sat by me on a train only that I found it an really unsettling experience and I have never forgotten it.
Now I only go into this details because it is relevant to what happened next. A young woman came through the train and sat opposite me. I glanced up at her and the hairs on the back of my neck literally stood on end. She was the personification of the description I had just read. Long dark hair, huge brown eyes, a big brown mole or blemish on her neck which was really long and slender. The resemblance to Anne's portrait was marked. It wasn't just how she looked, she was dressed in an eclectic way with lots of scarves and rings and she exuded a 'presence'. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She just sat quietly and looked out the window. I must have been gawping at her because I was aware my mouth was open!! The train terminated at Paddington but she didn't get off at once, she just lingered. I did disembark and went on my way.
I am not claiming that Anne Boleyn sat by me on a train only that I found it an really unsettling experience and I have never forgotten it.