The Merseyside derby that was showing on the pub's tv's was no match for our alternative of a seat in the autumn sunshine on the banks of the River Avon..
We amused ourselves watching clueless tourists messing about on the river. Just like bar b q cooking rowing is seemingly a male dominated activity, how we laughed therefore when one masculine specimen almost rowed his girlfriend into a line of moored boats only for her to take over and row them faultlessly into the sunset.
I am trying (not very hard) to avoid filling my Stratford blog updates with Shakespearean references however my food ordering capabilities at The Bear truly were a Comedy of Errors. We decided that a light snack was the order of the day and opted have a roast beef and horseradish sandwich and a bowl of chunky chips, imagine my embarrassment therefore when my hapless food ordering resulting in us ending up with a ham and mustard sandwich with a handful of French fries. Sorry Shelley !!
We stopped for another (pint not sandwich mercifully) and continued to enjoy the setting, the weather and the drink, I had moved onto Purity UBU by this stage. There are few better places in this country, when the weather is nice, for an outdoor drink than Shakespeare's birthplace. To quote the man 'I like the place and willingly could waste my time in it.' (As You Like It Act II Scene IV).
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