To go, or not to

This was the question. Mum and I had booked to go to the Chelsea flower show some months ago and I was dubious about going, regarding my vision, nausea etc. 
 
I decided to give it a whirl so off we went at silly o'clock in the morning armed with sea bands. They didn't work, and we hadn't even got to Penrith before I decided to take a stugeron. I pulled up my big girl pants and fortunately the nausea settled.
 
 
We had a couple of hours in Stratford in the afternoon and got to see Shakespeare’s birth place and the famous joker statue. I was fascinated by all the little independent shops and buildings. Fabulous town, I'll be going back there to do more exploring at some time.