I’ve been falling so far behind with writing posts about our trip that every time I sit down to write more I’m overwhelmed by the backlog! These photos are from our time in the Midlands near Birmingham, where we visited some dear family friends. The Airbnb we stayed in was on a small farm and they had a lovely little flock of sheep. Kevin was playing with his new field recording toy, and so we spent some hilarious time out in the fields trying to get a good recording of the sheep bleating and munching on grass.
While in the Midlands we journeyed to Stratford Upon Avon, which is just as lovely as I imagined. I was slightly trepidatious about going because Stratford is rather touristy, but I found that I forgot about that in about a second. There were huge bevies of swans gliding along the river, swarming near the banks to snag a bite of bread. The water was shining and the swans were so serene and unperturbed by the tourists on the bank. While in Stratford we visited Shakespeare’s birthplace, which was another touristy place that nevertheless felt exciting and special. There were actors who performed scenes from plays out in the garden, kind of like a Shakespearean jukebox. Visitors would request certain scenes or plays and the actors would be ready to oblige. We had a chance to chat with them about performing, and asked them to perform their favorite scenes. We also visited the church in Stratford where Shakespeare is buried, which was also the church Shakespeare attended when he was alive. Kevin and I sat in the pews for a while just soaking in the feeling of being in the church while they set up for a performance of A Midsummer Night’s Dream that evening. I was so glad we had a chance to walk about in the places Shakespeare walked and to spend time in such a beautiful place.
The last pictures in this post are from Hanbury Church, which was Kevin’s favorite place we visited in the Midlands. The church was closed for the day, so we sadly weren’t able to go inside, but it was breathtaking to stand up on the hilltop and look out over the countryside. In the distance someone was burning brush and we could see the smoke curling upwards from miles away. Kevin and I wondered what it would have been like to live in England four hundred or five hundred years ago when the view from that hill would have looked much the same, if not a bit less developed. The clouds that day were soaring overhead and the churchyard was filled with gently swaying daisies. I loved every minute we spent there.
I’ll try to post a bit sooner with the last portion of England pictures! I’m absolutely dying to get up my Lammas post, so I’ll try for some prompt writing this time. Sending daisies and late summer harvest wishes to all.