Thursday, July 21, 2011


When I was about 14 or 15 I developed a strange obsession with Shakespeare.  I'm not sure where it came from but I read virtually everything.

Although the obsession has long since turned to mere admiration in normal doses, last month I visited his hometown - Stratford-upon-Avon - and it was *lovely*.  We walked along the river, dined in the oldest pub where countless beers had been chugged and spilled, and, of course, admired the old lanes.

It was glorious.  Well worth another visit.

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