I’m sorry to admit I don’t get Shakespeare. I had to read his works in high school and college.  I liked the movie adaptations better. His written word is hard for me to understand. Perhaps I just wasn’t interested in spending the time to understand. I didn’t want to pass up the opportunity to visit Stratford upon Avon in the hopes of being there would get me in the groove.  So I planned an overnight in the village of his birth.  Continue reading Art Thou in the Cotswolds? →

Ever seen a boat graveyard?  In the research I had done for the trip, I found that this portion of Heswall on the River Dee was highly praised by other photographers.  When I told Terry I wanted to go and photograph boats that were beached on grass and mud flats he just looked at me. Continue reading After the Graveyard, We Added Wales! →

We arrive at our hotel on the outskirts of Chester  The small black and white sign to the right of the glass door instructs us to push the black button to ring the bell.  We look through the glass and see an empty hotel lobby.  The interior is decorated like an Englishman’s study with a darkly stained and heavily carved oak reception desk.  Continue reading The Walled City of Chester and Faulty Towers →