Stratford Hibernates

The nuts have been gathered (and stored in the Town Hall). The tourists are making their ways slowly home and Stratford upon Avon starts to close its weary eye (like Cyclops it only has one). Autumn is here and it's time to rest, to sleep (perchance to... blah, blah, blah) and gird up our loins in anticipation of the Pantomime season...

So quiet...

But wait...here comes the Chain Ferry near empty but still going...

Everything is beginning to sleep...everything is so...empty...