Thursday, 21 December 2017

Feeling the love - Countdown to Christmas

Today, I am in sunny Statford-upon-Avon, Shakespeare's birthplace, with someone very, very special to me and, as if it didn't before, it really is beginning to feel a lot like Christmas. 

Between sparkling lights, cobbled streets and an all-year-round Christmas shop, I have flown well and truly into the Christmas spirit and, from here, there is just no going back.

I love Stratford for so many reasons. I love the feeling of walking through the streets and knowing that - though modernity has taken its hold of the town- so much of what I am seeing hasn't changed in a good century. I love the number of sweet little shops, places of art and the many buskers filling the streets. And, more than anything, I love the atmosphere: the feeling that something more important than getting from A to B is happening and everyone is a part of it.

Image sourced from here.

I am well aware that this makes me sound like a pretty strange kind of little weirdo but there is no denying that the place has something about it that continues to draw me back, time after time. 

This time though, the trip is a little more special. Having been with other friends and family before, I know Stratford well and have a story for every other street corner. Taking this person today was like introducing them to important memories and what it has felt like to, at some points, be me. And, of course, in the process, we made new memories that I will most probably widdle myself about for years to come. 

Stratford touches the musician and writer in me, drawing me into the oh-so-slightly upper-class, bohemian environment. Equally, the tiny little town could be anywhere: it's the sharing of memories and the making of new ones that has made me quite so mushy and, of course, well and truly in the Christmas spirit.

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