Stratford again

Mum needed a trip to the optician so I accompanied her - ostensibly to find a jacket/shrug/cardigan thing for Daughter No.1 to wear at her Commemoration Ball on Friday (forecast ve-e-e-ry cold). I failed miserably in that attempt but I did get a few blips to choose from near the RST (again). The swans were more interested in the bloke 100 yards away with bread so they were a dead loss, but the swan sculpture ran the view down the Avon a close second.