Since we're just up the road from the Bard's hometown we decide to pay him a visit. Lunch is taken at a beautiful old, old pub in the tiny village of Henley-in-Arden. Were it not for the cars and mobile phone ads, you could easily feel as though you'd slipped into a back-to-the-future ride and landed five hundred years earlier. The high street is dotted with thatched roofs and tudor frontages and cobble stones underfoot make for happy challenges to pram navigation. After filling our bellies with beer and beans we drive a few more miles to Stratford-Upon-Avon where we circle round the bustling streets, revered theatres and picture-perfect surrounds. This is only partly choice as we seem to be caught on a road direction sign that keeps us going in circles over the river, around the river, down the road and over the river, down the road ... Finally we stop at the beautiful Holy Trinity Church (burial grounds of Shakespeare and Anne Hathaway) where Ella delights in running wild around the grounds. Tnee and I face the parent's dilemna "Is it wrong to let my child dance on a gravestone"? I am sure William would be okay with a little graveside jig.
