Stratford last night

This was taken on the way to see "As you like it" at the theatre. We thought we were going to be late but the clarity of the light, the reflections and the playfulness of the swans meant I just had to stop. An excellent start to an evening of comedy and challenging thought about the way we are restricted by features of our lives and what it actually means to be woman. Do we construct ourselves or do we allow ourselves to be constructed? Where would Mrs Thatcher have been in that discussion?