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Wet 'n' wild in Stratford, UK

Day 62-63 D Block girls out on the town again....
Almost exactly 30 years ago to the day, five first year undergraduates moved into D-Block in Sherwood Hall, Nottingham University to study Psychology, Archeology, Sociology and Medicine. Thrown together on the second floor of what we later found out was the Drinking Hall of Residence, solely because all our surnames began with C and D, it was by chance a perfect mixing up of the Great British North - South divide.
Here our differing backgrounds and private/comprehensive schooling were irrelevant and as we grew up at Nottingham University, we formed long lasting friendships that were happily nowhere near as improbable as Fabian's quote from Twelfth Night suggests:

If this were play'd upon a stage now, I could condemn it as
improbable fiction.

Twelfth Night Act Three, Scene Four

So here we are all these years later, still meeting up whenever we all in the country together....we haven't seen each other for three years, but this time it is Shakespeare's Stratford on Avon that brings us together...




It is always great to catch up, and now as the years have passed, it is hard to believe we also have kids at the same ages as when we first met! Still we have a long lazy weekend ahead filled with dinners, lunches, shopping, walking and exploring to catch up with what everyone is doing...




The town of Stratford is dominated by Shakespeare and the Theatre. We join a walking tour to learn a little more about the place and it's famous Elizabethan playwright William Shakespeare.




Dominating the weekend were the rising water of the river Avon, we saw houses along the river sandbagged for protection and had to turn back as two walking routes into Anne Hathaway's cottage were impassable by foot.



We stayed at the Q hotel, an easy walk from the train station, and cracking open a bottle of BYO champagne in the cosy foyer helped by the accommodating bar man, we knew it was a perfect choice for us. The long lazy breakfasts we had on both mornings were a highlight....



Let's hope it's not too long until the next D block girls reunion...

Little Wandering Wren

Location:Stratford upon Avon, Warwickshire

Comments

Neesie said…
Brilliant LWW. ;D
What treasured memories!
I think you should all be congratulated on keeping your friendship alive and well. It's so easy to lose touch.

If you fancy seeing 12th Night once more, you could just nip to the Apollo Theatre in London. It's playing now ;D

That looks some serious flooding...take care xoxo

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