2 June 2007

Kismet, flying carpets and time travel

Today would have been far too hot for gardening, had we planned to do any. Instead, we took a trip to Stratford. We have lived in Birmingham for the best part of six years and never taken the 30-minute trip. We’ve so far not done Warwick or Leamington or various lovely bits of local countryside either. Heathens, that’s what we are.

We wandered idly along the river with my Mum, browsed shops for curios (fairy cake candles, anyone?) and ended up buying a lovely mirror for the landing. We had a fabulous lunch at the Pen and Parchment (the pub is better than either its web site or its use of grammar) where I stuffed myself silly on prawns and blue cheese and olives and bread and ham - fabulous. Somehow there was still room for ice cream later on.

We dropped by Shakey’s resting place (not the graves you see here, his is inside the church) and were suitably awed and respectful. Unlike the other 20 tourists who were snapping away furiously and talking about personal hygiene and their neighbours’ infidelities. Still, that’s probably more shakespearian behaviour, isn’t it?

If I can rustle up the energy I might pootle in the garden this evening. It should be cooler then, I will have had a glass of wine and possibly even have watched Dr Who, so I might just feel up to it.

Filed under: Mulch — Clare @ 5:55 pm