Tudoring in Stratford-upon-Avon
We caught the train Wednesday to Stratford. It was a two-hour ride through the country heading Northwest of London. The ride was beautiful when the train was above ground and the trees along the tracks were low enough to see beyond.
We arrived in Stratford just in time for lunch. I walked around town a but then sat down at the Rose & Crown for a burger of local beef with local cheese, local streaky ranchers (what we call bacon), and a fried egg over medium. It also came with a couple onion rings and hand-cut skin-on fat chips (or potato wedges). It was delicious. There really is nothing as good as the meats here because everything is raised more humanely and locally farmed. Even the McDonald’s, which I won’t be trying, is entirely local.
After lunch we toured Anne Hathaway’s cottage.
This was the Hathaway’s cottage, where Shakespeare’s wife, Anne, grew up. The gardens are beautiful. The cottage itself is remarkable. Some of it has been restored, but it is mostly original wood and brick/stone.