A wintry day in Stratford

You may have heard of Bill Shakespeare, commonly known as the Bard. He wrote a few overrated plays 400-or-so years ago, did very little in the intervening years, then appeared on Doctor Who in 2007.

Last Friday we paid a wintry visit to Stratford-Upon-Avon, the Bard’s birthplace, and here be a few of the photos. The delay in posting isn’t because I’m still using film and had to get the photographs developed. No, I originally wrote several paragraphs of nonsense to frame them, but then realised I had very little to say. So here they be, minus the nonsense.

A few notes. The shop all lit up like a dog’s dinner, with the abandoned pushchair containing the shouty daughter outside, is the Nutcracker Christmas Shop. Step inside and with one breath of the cinnamon-scented air you’ll think it’s Christmas all year round. Which it is. In this shop anyways.

The old looking house, doesn’t just look old. It is old. The very house where the Bard first drew breath, in fact, which gives it at least 400 years on me.

And finally, the two pubs, The Pen and Parchment – famous for getting flooded whenever the river Avon decides to stretch its legs – and Cox’s Yard, are probably the finest drinking holes in all of Stratford.

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