May 28. Sunday.Woke up with not enough sleep again and had to scramble to arrange my logistics for the next few days. One last road trip today, this time to meet Sally, because she wanted to show me the town she spent so much time in, Stratford-upon-Avon,the town in which Shakespeare also grew up and spent so much time. Bill was a little older, though, born in 1564. We saw the house in which he was born. He certainly was not a pauper. We also saw the church he allegedly is buried in, which to me only seems a way for the church to make money, as they charge people to see his grave inside it. We didn’t. This really nice town, which I really liked, was packed with tourists today because it was a bank holiday.
Holly is a bad influence on me because every day we’ve had ice cream, and today a lot of it. Tasted great but I’m suffering for it now. It was great to hang with Sally. Then we took the long drive home and ate dinner out—fish and chips—and both of us were completely exhausted when we returned. I could barely pack and write this blog. I have had such a good time here with Holly and friends and it’ll be sad to leave.