There's something so romantic about winter and I don't know whether that's just because

I'm a bit for homebody and I love a 5th but I think it's just the holiday period is just

for me it's the most romantic period and I think anyone who's listened to my records

will know that I'm quite a big fan of romance.

Join in every sip with red carp snout back at Starbucks.

It is early on the morning of the 1st of February 1461.

Edward of York's breath hangs in the freezing air as he opens the flap of his tent.

The canvas is stiff with frost.

The sun is not fully risen as he pears out into the dim light across the drab tents

and carts filling the open field near the bridge.

But smoke is already visible from the fires where men cook breakfast eager to be ready

for the day.

In the month since his father Richard's death at Wakefield in Yorkshire, Edward has been

gathering support in the Welsh marches, the border area between England and Wales.

When army of 5,000 he intends to pursue his father's ambition to claim the English throne

for the House of York to whom he believes it truly belongs.

Edward's messages have told him a larger Lancastrian army is approaching rapidly and will

be upon them by tomorrow.

Thanks to the cold winter weather, Edward knows the route his enemy will take.

He has chosen to intercept the Lancastrians close to the small village of Mortimer's

Cross, eight miles south of his late father's stronghold at Ludlow Castle.

Edward steps outside to where a servant already has his horse waiting.

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