"Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none:"
The first thing I heard after leaving the bus was a man shouting quotes from Shakespeare. He was speaking from an upstairs window of Shakespeare's home.
We entered the house and began our tour watching a woman making gloves. William Shakespeare's father had been a glove maker and part of the house was used for his shop. We wove through a few rooms...one had a window with signatures that visitors had signed. If you look closely you might recognize some names. After the windows were crowded with many so signatures someone decided to provide a book for people to sign.
|I took a picture of this window pane. Henry Irving's signature is in upper left corner, written at a slant.|
|This is a picture of the pane of glass with Henry Irving's signature.|
We walked past the kitchen, and then upstairs to see the bedrooms. It was here that we learned where "getting up on the wrong side of the bed" might have come from. The parents' bed was a trundle where a young child would sleep. So...you must be careful not to get out of bed on the side of the trundle or you might step on your child.
After we toured Shakespeare's birthplace we bought some cold medicine for Ray and he walked back to the hotel. I wandered around the village, stopping at the many market booths. I bought a pair of earrings and magnet. I usually don't buy many souvenirs...I figure my photographs are my souvenirs...and always bring memories when viewed. Ray always downloads (or is it uploads?) the photos to a digital picture frame so we have a continual slide show. I think I did buy some fudge...just to get a taste of the area. :-)
|On the left is an actor reciting lines from Shakespeare. On the right is the patio area outside Shakespeare's childhood home.|
|On the left is the market area filled with street vendors. On the right is the river.|
Ray sent a text telling me that he made it back to the hotel but had gone down the wrong road. He hoped I did not make the same mistake. It was such a pretty day, I strolled by the river. The ducks and geese were hoping for some treats...but I was stingy with my fudge and told them I was sorry. Of course, they just pestered some of the other tourists who had better treats to share. It was getting close to dinner time, so I headed back, taking Ray's advice and making no wrong turns. He had been able to take a short nap and hoped dinner would help him feel better. We had a long drive in the morning....heading to the English Lake District.
|Anne Hathaway's House (Shakespeare's wife)|
"Good night, good night!
Parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night
Till it be morrow."