Shot in Stratford-upon-Avon home to Shakespeare and some of the most beautiful words about, that common mystery, love ever written.
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come:
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
-Shakespeare, Sonnet 116
Thank you to Raj for her assisting, to Rupe and Michael for swimming and rowing and to the life-guard who brought hot chocolate and thought Rupe needed rescuing.
All images copyright of Diana Patient 2012.