23rd of September, 2025 - Bath

Had a lovely cooked English breakfast (not what I ordered, but who cares? Ellen's so cute) and talked to the other guests staying at the B&B, who are also Australian. They live in South Australia, but their son lives in Boundary Road, Mount Duneed - 4 streets away from Ian and I. I told them to come visit us next time they go to see their son. I bet they don't but hey I offered. Also, they barrack for Geelong. Go Cats.

Then I headed into Bath for the day. Park & Ride is the best thing ever. £3 for parking for the whole day and the bus drops you right in the middle of town - which is very close to....you guessed it, Bath Abbey! I really like Bath, even full of tourists there's no hustle and bustle. Everybody wanders around looking skywards at the Abbey or peers around corners to see what's up that street and nobody cares. Nobody gets impatient or huffs and puffs walking around the tourists. Cars are endlessly patient with each other and with the pedestrians as these narrow little streets are not made for 2 vehicles going in opposite directions, let alone 2 vehicles and pedestrians with no footpaths. It gives Bath a lovely, cozy, comforting feel.

I did the obligatory tour of the Roman Baths, which was very interesting - and even better, the bit at the end where you get to drink the spa water that everyone says is revolting wasn't working, so that was a let-off!



The Roman Baths and the Abbey are 2 sides of a square, the 3rd side is a pedestrian-only cobblestone area while the 4th side is all cafes and souvenir shops. So, I sat in an outdoor cafe, ate scones and jam and cream and watched the world go by for a little while. Pure heaven.


Eventually I girded my loins and did a tour of the Abbey.




I only did 2 things today, but it was a very full day and I admit, I was glad to sneak home to Neil and Ellen, write down tomorrow's breakfast order for Ellen and fall into bed.

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