Picked up my rental car in Bristol and then drove, without incident, to Bath. My British friends are always surprised that I drive in Bath and I can never remember what they’re worried about – until I drive there again. The place is a nightmare – narrow roads, one-way systems, insane volumes of traffic and, most annoying of all, absolutely nowhere to stop (yellow lines everywhere) to ask for directions! My B&B was up on the hills overlooking the town – when I got there it was lovely but finding it – suffice it to say it wasn’t easy because, oh, the other thing about Bath is that street names clearly don’t fit with the ideals of the Bath Beautification Society.
But it is a gorgeous place – it was a bit drizzly when I was there but it didn’t matter. The buildings are just gorgeous and Pulteney Bridge, the Abbey, Nash’s Circle and The Crescent are always worth a return visit. When the sun came out in the early evening, the buildings looked just beautiful. Wandering around the town you can really imagine how it was in the times of Beau Brummel and Jane Austen – the town owes a lot to her! Tourists flock there to relive her novels. Clearly too early for many tourists but every second person seemed to have a Welsh accent – “have they set up an outpost here?”, I wondered. It appears they come over the border by the coachload for the shopping. Seems a bit odd to me, given you get the same shops everywhere in the UK!
Just before 9pm that night, my pack was delivered by a very friendly taxi driver – clearly well used to delivering lost luggage!
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