Photo Essay: Gallivanting in Shakespeare’s birth place – Stratford-Upon-Avon
Stratford Upon Avon is one of my favourite towns in England. It is quaint, traditionally English, peaceful and simple in the most delightful way. It is also the birthplace of the English playwright William Shakespeare and receives about 5 million visitors a year.
This year, 2016, marked the 400th year anniversary of Shakespeare’s death and I was there to take in not so much the celebrations but, to reflect on the legacy of this great man.
If in 400 years the world not only remembers your death but, it goes out of it’s way to celebrate it then you couldn’t have done too badly. William Shakespeare lived just over 5 decades. He was only 53 years old when he died but few could challenge him in what he did. His purpose and destiny was not dependent on hanging out here on earth for a long time; it dependent on the extent to which he was faithful to the talents and creative writing ability only God could have deposited in him. He took that talent, despised not it’s small beginnings and wowed his generation and generations after with his genius.
A few years ago, as I visited Stratford-upon-Avon, it’s Sunday market with its unique collection of stalls and curation of food was what grabbed my attention the most. This year, my focus went beyond food and markets. I took a boat ride on the River Avon and spent hours just observing the town’s folk as they went about their normal everyday duties. Interspersed with a few camera totting tourists, Stratford-upon-Avon held it’s Shakespearean charm and stood proud knowing that it birthed the greatest playwright the world had ever seen.