I was 17 when I visited Shakespeare’s birthplace – his childhood home – in Stratford-upon-Avon.
It was the year after I had spent an inordinate amount of time studying the Bard’s Scottish tragedy Macbeth as an O-level literature text, so I was well acquainted with his work, but knew little about his person.
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