Shell out for the privilege of owning the house from which that miserable skinflint Henry Tudor escaped and, apparently, returned when he invaded with his foreign army. No!
Viscountessw’s piggy is safe, ladies and gentlemen! Sorry Tenby.
Here’s some more about the house. With a number of pictures, including the tunnel in which I wish dear Henners had got stuck and then forgotten for posterity. Well, Yorkists can only dream . . .