There, I met up with an old friend, John the smith, and caught up on the latest happenings. Seemed ol Queen Bess was in town (as I'd hoped) for a royal visit and the townfolk were having a celebration!
I headed over to the camp to visit with the court and ran into another old friend, one of the Queen's top doctors. Knowing I myself was a Doctor, he proceeded to ask me about Her Majesty's latest headaches and the proper application of leeches, to which the I offered a suitable alternative, something called Bayer.
The rest of the photographs were lost when I ran into Walsingham, who remembed another unfortunate incident with Leela and ordered the guards to chain us up, to which I grabbed my companions and ran as fast as I could back to the TARDIS. Nikolai ruined some of the film in his camera during the chase.
Thus my holiday was cut short. A real shame, I had wanted to pop in on a few old friends while I was there, like young Will Shakespeare. He's still in school then, but already starting to write a short little tale about Richard III.