Bath

Bath.

As in the Roman Baths.  As in Jane Austen and Persuasion.  As in Bath, UK. 

I liked it.

The bus ride was really pretty.  It’s so green in England.  Like, brilliantly green.  Even though most of the trees don’t have their leaves (and for January, it’s surprising how many trees do have their leaves) they still appear green because of the moss or lichen growing all over the bark.  Then there’s the rest of the wood that hasn’t been smothered by growing things and it’s all dark and wet from the constant moisture.  The dark stands out against the bright green.  And then there’s sheep, which contrast nicely with the green and the dark wood…

When we got there, we stopped first at Sally Lunn’s (the oldest Tea Room in Bath—think hundreds of years) and ate some of their famous buns (think hamburger buns x 4 toasted, sweetened, slathered with butter, jelly, and clotted cream). 

(My famous Sally Lunn's bun)

Next we went to see the Roman Baths (created after the emperor Claudius conquered Britain—he only stayed there 2 days after the conquest.  Then he went home.  Lame.).  I have to admit—I really go for all that ancient stuff.

Next we found our way to the Jane Austen museum, which was a bit of a disappointment.  They didn’t even have anything I wanted at the gift shop.  Then we wandered around some more (I was in charge of finding our way for much of the trip.  I don’t know how that happened).  We strolled past a rugby team boarding their coach bus.  Their necks were about as thick as my waist.  We ate a leisurely lunch, did some shops, visited the Bath Abbey.  Oh, how I LOVE old churches/cathedrals/abbey/monasteries.

  

So grateful for the opportunity to see a part of the world I’ve never seen before.