February 2019 I was in court.
Ok, so I wasn't in court because I was in trouble... I was being shown around and educated by the wonderful staff at The National Justice Museum. Jess and Kate in particular have been amazing, answering a million questions with a wealth of information. For example, I was initially told part of the sentence for transportees was that their feet would never again touch English soil, as they would be put straight on a boat and sent to the prison hulks in London. Turns out this "fact" (which inspired my song "English Soil") is a bit of a myth and the supposed hole the convicts would have been packed off through was actually made sometime after 1930 to dispose of building waste. I was mildly grumpy to discover this, until I thought about it, it's my way of commenting both on the social history AND the myths that grow up around it. Fundamentally the song isn't wrong - Henry never made it back to England, but I've been able to learn something here, and that's genuine treasure.
If you haven't been to The National Justice Museum yet, I wholeheartedly recommend it. You might find you're taking a walk in the footsteps of your own ancestors. (I'm not calling you all criminals, some of you will be descended from judges!)