Stratford upon Avon’s claim to fame is the birthplace of William Shakespeare. And that is not the reason I spent the weekend there. With just two days available to loiter around, I was looking for a quiet town where I could just unwind and not do much. And this town proved to be the perfect setting.
Having landed in Heathrow airport on a cold Friday morning, took the train to Stratford upon Avon with a quick change at Solihull – it meant that I could arrive earlier than a direct train which left much later. Checked into a pretty looking B&B, a couple of kilometers from the town centre but with a warm welcoming couple and more importantly, a wonderful breakfast that included hash browns, fried eggs & mushrooms and butter on toast. Calories, whats that?
While I didn’t enter the house of Anne Hathaway (was pretty enough just from outside), I succumbed to tourist pressure and paid some precious pounds to visit the house of Shakespeare. Considering that it is the essence of what Stratford upon Avon signifies, the visit was important, but something that I, personal opinion if you may, could have done without.
Overall a quiet, contemplative weekend. In images below.