It's wet outside

This was the first time I'd had a chance to go to Stratford-upon-Avon since dad died. It's all a series of 'first times since' for me at the moment so I was a little teary on the journey going there. Dad should have been golfing at Turnberry.

Anyway, the weather was dreadful, tourists everywhere and I had no shopping to get so into the Garrick Inn for a pint of Abbot Ale I went. I wasn't feeling great. Dratted stomach bug so I didn't keep it long! (Sorry, I am a horror bag) This was the only picture I took today. Just be glad it wasn't a toilet bowl...