In 1974, I went on a Christmas-break trip to London and Stratford was one of the day trips in the package.
We did the touristy thing--The Church, The Home, The Hathaway Home, The RSC building. No plays, sadly, but I still remember the day well. It was the first time I'd been out of the USA, and I was amazed to discover that there were places on earth that were *green* on the first day of January. I come from the northern US, after all; January means there must be feet of snow on the ground and below zero(F) temps.
I should go back--I'd appreciate it much more now that I have some miles under my belt, Shakespeare-wise.
The English climate- thanks, I suppose, to global warming- gets milder and milder. Snow is becoming an ever rarer experience. This past year we had hardly any snow over the winter- followed by a few unseasonal flurries in early spring.