Lucy Worsley is rummaging in her bag trying to find a recent piece of fan mail. “Here it is,” she says, holding up a letter from a young child containing a hand-drawn cut-off head. “It’s Catherine Howard!” Worsley is clearly delighted. “The cutest, fluffiest decapitated head!”
It’s a very Lucy moment. Worsley, 51, gets a lot of correspondence; some of it, she says, quite strange. But then, few historians have opened up the world of our palaces and monarchs with such immersive idiosyncrasy as Worsley.