Stratford, day 3 (well, 2 and a half)

Mutterings continued.

The morning broke rather cold all around the country, with fog causing headaches for drivers on the various motorways. The sun is now out and the sky very blue.

Yesterday I drove to Portmeirion in Wales, a journey that took a little (ok, a lot) longer than anticipated. Portmeirion is on that little bit of northern Wales that sort of hooks over. The scenery on the way was jawdroppingly beautiful - mountains, waterfalls, red bits, green bits..... Gorgeous!

The Village (and it IS called The Village) is amazing and just as colourful as it appears in The Prisoner. Busloads of pensioners eating icecream in the gardens, and me trawling through The Prisoner shop (the only manifestation, BTW, of the tv series) grabbing buttons, postcards and other ephemera.

This morning was spent in the Nuffield Library in the Shakespeare Centre watching the RSC's 1995 production of Richard III. Very funny stuff from David Troughton. I had lunch at Bensons (an institution for Ash and myself) - Earl Grey Tea (which comes with more pots etc than the table can comfortably hold) and roast turkey with bacon, lettuce and tomato salad sandwich. The waitstaff give people dining alone magazines to read without being asked. It's that kind of place.

Dunno what this afternoon brings - probably spending more money.