To mark Shakespeare’s 450th birthday and St. George’s Day, I have written a little tale of death and dreaming…

23rd April 1924

I had settled down for the night in the porch of a small church near Alveston, on the road from Stratford, with the words of the great bard heavy on my mind: but, alas! they were far more As You Like It— ‘travellers must be content’— than Henry V and St. George— when I was awoken suddenly by a sensation that I shall never forget.

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