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Stratford being the kind of place it is, no-one turned a hair. Let’s face it, in a town where even this doesn’t look especially out of place, you’re going to have to work quite hard to get a reaction. I … Continued
Stratford being the kind of place it is, no-one turned a hair. Let’s face it, in a town where even this doesn’t look especially out of place, you’re going to have to work quite hard to get a reaction. I … Continued
In my childhood, morris was performed politely by men in cricket whites and bowler hats, and I always found it jaw-clenchingly embarrassing. Since then it has gone back to its anarchic folk roots, and I think it’s the better for … Continued
R and I went into Stratford for lunch today. A passable morning was in the throes of turning into a gloomy afternoon, so while R went ahead to get the wine in, I walked along the river in search of … Continued
William Shakespeare was baptised on 26th April 1564, and died on 23rd April – St George’s day – in 1616; and every year there’s a festival in Stratford-upon-Avon on the nearest weekend to his baptism date. On the Saturday there’s … Continued