Weekend Destination: Stratford on Avon

I spent last weekend in Stratford on Avon (Shakespeare's birthplace) for a hen weekend. One of the girls I lived with during my second and third years at university is getting married in two weeks time, and it was so lovely to gather together in a stunning hotel with a group of lovely ladies who are now doctors, nurses and anaesthetists, engineers and teachers, to celebrate with Rachel, the bride to be.

On Saturday we pic-nicked in the park with homemade jammy dodgers, cupcakes and scones with clotted cream and jam.
{The house where Shakespeare was born}
We attempted an historical treasure hunt around the town, but all teams failed miserably and ended up in various coffee shops. 
In honour of the anniversary of Shakespeare's birth and death, there were people everywhere dressed like this. Or at least, that's the reason we assumed they were dressed like this...

In the centre of a town, an incredible Samba band were playing, with a guy who had the longest dreads I have ever seen. The drummers made me want to join a drumming band immediately.

We returned to the hotel in the evening and donned our dresses and pearls before dining in the hotel restaurant on some most delicious food. Every guest had a bag of favours, filled with homemade treats of hot chocolate on a stick, fabric flower hair clips and homemade soap. We presented the bride to be with a beautifully bound book, with a gold embossed title, filled with recipes and words of wisdom and encouragement that each of the guests had contributed.

On Sunday we enjoyed a very leisurely morning in the spa, then said our goodbye's at lunchtime before heading our separate ways all over the country to return home. What a lovely weekend.