Stratford-upon-Avon is small…like really small compared to London. Sirens, though present, are fewer and farther between, the air is a little softer and less full of drifting conversations, and everywhere you go is Shakespeare and the smell of rose petals. It was absolutely lovely getting a chance to be out in the country for our …
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