Stratford-Upon-Avon

Bit sad that my time here in England is coming to an end. Martina, a lovely Czech girl who I work with, took me to Shakespeare's home town this evening. We took the scenic route driving along the country roads lined with beautiful autumn leaves (something we don't get in Queensland).

I'd visited Stratford before when I was five years old but have no recollection of it. It's a peculiar feeling knowing you've already been somewhere when everything seems completely unfamiliar.

Anyway this fellow was cutting steel pipes just around the corner from where we parked. He was hiding behind his truck but didn't mind me taking photos. In his own words: "that looks sick!"

;)