Heading North

At the weekend we then headed North out of Portsmouth as fast as possible. First stop was Stonehenge.

Sadly we did not pick the best day to go there. It was Summer Solstice which means several thousand hippies were camped out there, and you couldn’t get as close as normal. Was still good to see them though as was only a minor detour for us.

We then competed with Jeremy Clarkson for enjoying a good motorway and motored in quick time to Stratford-Upon-Avon. This is me in front of the house where William Shakespeare was born.

This is the Avon River which Stratford is upon. It is a lovely town and wish we had more time there.

Had a nice English lunch at the Dirty Duck.

A local church had the final resting place of Shakespeare. It also served well in the Horse game, allowing me to yell out “Bury all the Horses” (don’t ask if you don’t know how the game works) thanks to his grave.

Finally it almost seemed sacrilege to have a Pizza Hut in a 16th century building!