Last year I was surprised to find out that Stratford is only an hour from Guelph, where I go regularly, at least when things go well. I got to Stratford no problem, but coming home, the highway was closed due to an emergency. Then the 401 came to a standstill, then I got lost in Kitchener. A one hour trip became three hours. Stratford itself was lovely though. I took my bike and rode along the river, and around the center of town.
Entrance to the park.
I like it.
The theater and the swan.
Taking a bow.
Lumpy, gnarly old willow.
The Shakespearean Garden.
Most of the plants are ones that Shakespeare mentioned in his writings. They also have to grow in our climate.
The Bard himself. It’s all about the Bard.
Today I went to Gananoque. The Weather Network said it was going to be the nicest of my days off, so I went, expecting to sit by the water and enjoy the town, but it rained on and off all day. I’ll try it again soon.