One of my favourite poets is Sir Thomas Wyatt; I’d never even heard of him until I did my degree, even though I loved poetry and read a lot which was not on our school syllabus. We had a very gifted lecturer, and he introduced us to Wyatt and many others. it was my first year away from home, and a very exciting time, and having lecturers who had a much broader remit in terms of what they could teach, and also were teachers of a different sort from those we had at school, was thrilling.
When we recently saw portraits of people contemporary to the Phelips family who had Montecute House built, I didn’t expect to find Thomas Wyatt on the wall; this is not the original painting, but one of many done at the time. I got into conversation with one of the guides and she told me that Sir Thomas had been buried not far from here, in Dorset, and there was a plaque in his memory in the abbey at Sherborne… a trip, I fancy!