My final full day in England I spent in full Shakespeare mode in Stratford-Upon-Avon. Anne Hathaway’s cottage popped up in fields of plants like the quintessential English cottage. The inside resembled most old cottages and cabins with replica old furniture and bare floors, but, in my opinion, English cottages are more interesting than American cabins.
Of course, you can’t go to Stratford-Upon-Avon without seeing Shakespeare’s birthplace. His will was on display inside which is only on display every twenty years in order to preserver it. One of my odd quirks is liking old windows, so I was excited to see a large, beautiful window on display that was actually in the room that Shakespeare was born in. The window was terribly graffitied but otherwise still cool.
Following Shakespeare’s birthplace, I also visited his grave. The walk to the church was lined with greenery and tombstones. The weather was warm enough to be comfortable, but cool enough not to sweat. Overhead grey skies made the greenery greener. I would’ve wandered in the graveyard longer if I’d had time. Inside the church Shakespeare laid beneath the ground among other poets. Upon his plaque read a curse to anyone who moved his bones.
On the way to the train station rain sprinkled down on me. Shakespeare, a ghostly curse, a train ride, and rain: there couldn’t have been a better day to top off the last English day.