It was the day after Boxing Day, the sales were on and Town centres were stuffed with shoppers. Desperate to get out and about whilst avoiding the crowds and the sales I decided to take a walk around Stratford. Whilst the Town has its share of shopping centres I guessed that the old part might be a bit quieter.
Stratford is a popular place and attracts many visitors from across the world. Despite this it (usually) doesn’t feel too overcrowded. Over the years Stratford has managed to quietly accomodate its many visitors. It is possible to be here on a busy day and still feel that you can have a pleasant day out.
Many buildings remain that would have been recognisable in Shakespeare’s day and usually these have been well cared for.
The Theatre
Shakespeare’s birthplace
This is the one building that everyone who comes to Stratford wants to see. It sits in Henley Street, a fairly unremarkable road that has changed greatly since Shakespeare’s day. The house gets a bit crowded on busy days and the new visitor centre (to the left of the photo below) is a bit of a monstrosity – you can tell that others agree by doing a search on Flickr – notice that people (usually) choose to take or to crop the photo so this doesn’t show up!
Holy Trinity Church
Finally, I took a walk by the side of the Avon,past the Dirty Duck pub and the Courtyard Theatre and stopped at Holy Trinity Church, Shakespeares burial place.
I read Christopher Rush’s wonderful book ‘Will’ an ‘autobiography’ of Shakespeare as dictated to his lawyer – I quote a little of it below because it sets the scene perfectly in describing Shakespeares last journey through Stratford in his funeral procession:
‘ along by the willowy banks of the Avon, following the glittering river to Holy Trinity. They carried me among alders and limes, my ears deaf now to the lapping of the river-wave and the rustle of swans, and so in at the porch and up the nave to the resting place in the chancel, close to the north wall’

A bit more from Stratford in the next post – in the meantime, happy new year from Tudor Stuff






It looks like a beautiful place. Some day I would really like to go back to England and have a chance to explore the country (outside of London). If only I had a couple months of vacation!! Happy New Year to you as well.
Beautiful and informative post! I especially love the paragraph from “Will”….makes me want to read it. Good to know too–that your country makes the same architectural “errors” as we do. Gawd! Hasn’t Prince Charles been able to educate everyone there about what is cheesey? lol. Thanks for the article. First Rate as always.
Hi, I came across your site via reasearching…do you have any information about child birth in the Tudor times (besides the post on Jane Seymour which is quite helpful)? I am traveling to England this summer and cannot wait!
Cheers, Nicol
If you have any response please send to-
mrsepple@LadiesOf VirtueOnline.org
thank you.
Hi Nicol
You could try this podcast from Oxford Brookes University which looks quite interesting (no 13)
Whilst you are at it this is generally good too – if not strictly about child birth.
Childbirth during this period (actually up until fairly recently of course ) was a hazardous affair, it was a particularly superstitious time anyway but childbirth was especially associated with a lot of superstition & folk belief, this book has a good section re the risks & the beliefs that sprang up around it. I guess you can understand the superstition, there certainly wasn’t a lot else available that could help people in these circumstances.
Once born I think it is true to say that children had a roughly 50-50 chance of making it past the age of five – I always think Ben Jonsons poem on the subject is poignant:
Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy ;
My sin was too much hope of thee, lov’d boy.
Seven years thou wert lent to me, and I thee pay,
Exacted by thy fate, on the just day.
Oh, could I lose all father now ! For why
Will man lament the state he should envy?
To have so soon ‘scaped world’s and flesh’s rage,
And if no other misery, yet age !
Rest in soft peace, and, asked, say, Here doth lie
Ben Jonson his best piece of poetry.
For whose sake henceforth all his vows be such
As what he loves may never like too much.
Anyway – hope this is helpful, if I think of anything else I will pass it on to you
Very much hope you enjoy your trip over here
Kind regards
Andy Walsh