Could it be true? Could this be the very last post of the great Stratford adventure of 2009?
We end where we began, in the garden at Anne Hathaway's Cottage. The King Lear sculpture may have taken my breath away, but many of the others just seemed to call for us to mock them.
Amidst the lush green grass and tall flowers, we found Titania and Bottom having quite a splendid time. I cannot look at this work without Queen's Fat Bottomed Girls wailing in my head.
This statue of Brutus was obviously supposed to be sad and cause us to reflect on the state of humanity, but instead we behaved like idiots:
Then we found a labyrinth made of hedges, so we walked all the way to the centre. Here I am blending in with my surroundings. Can you find me?
Not immediately able to find our way back, I decided I would try to escape. Here I am making my "oh dear, these needles are poking me quite a lot" face.
So that's it. Thanks for following along. We will now return to our regular programming. Whatever that is.
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