And, somewhere under the paving stones, the body of Richard III may well be close by.It did, and on 4 September 2012 they found it. Yet when I wrote those words I did not know that a dig was even planned.
As that post explains, the site of the monastery where Richard was buried was later occupied by a house and garden belonging to one of Leicester's leading citizens, Robert Herrick.
I have wondered ever since whether that Robert Herrick was related to the poet Robert Herrick.
After hearing a guide take a party round Leicester Cathedral on Saturday and chatting to her afterwards, I now know that Robert Herrick of Leicester was the uncle of the poet.
Take it away, nephew:
Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today,
Tomorrow will be dying.