We are slow with our blogs as per usual. This one is a farewell to England, as we are now in Ireland and actually close to heading back to the States. Last Monday, I did a solo trip to Stratford-Upon-Avon, as the bus from Moreton didn’t run frequently enough to allow both of us to be away from Daisy for that amount of time. Bob was good enough to let me go get my Shakespeare fix, as we continue our accidental, but lovely, writer’s tour of the U.K.
As Stratford is nothing if not touristy and pricey, I chose to do my own walking photo tour of the attractions I was interested in rather than paying to get inside. (I also took exception to the requirement to pay to enter at least three of the Shakespeare-related homes of their choosing, 2 of which I wasn’t that interested in.). Anyhoo, that being said, I had a lovely tour of a lovely town, on a beautiful day. I soaked in as much Shakespeare (and the river Avon — though not literally) as I could get on my two feet.
We had quite the dramatic start to our Dublin visit — but more on that later.
Peckish Travels 