Straight into it, we got up, ate our breakfast and set of again past the stunning old buildings and the busker playing a piano accordion. This time to Bath. Bath is unsurprisingly incredible. The town is remarkable, a huge expanse of space packed with old stone buildings, castles and churches. A lot of the beauty comes in the repetition. The same buildings are repeated next to each other and instead of this being a bad thing it is actually beautiful.
The baths themselves were incredible. I am a bit of a lover of Roman history (wait till you see how nuts I am going to go in Rome) so it was special. It annoys me a bit that they have built these platforms through the inner works of the baths that are supported by being drilled into and cemented onto the ancient stone. I really think if they need to do that to let people see it, then people shouldn’t see it. Not the general public in any case.
I splashed around in the water, duh, of course. Then read all the signs saying not to touch it because it is untreated. So untreated water is going to kill me is it? Something makes me think I will be fine. It is very special being in this place, so old.
Then we went to the Fashion Museum, which was cool. The streets themselves were fun to walk around too. Alive and bustling, so many tourists, we did actually manage to get there at a good time, there were a hell of a lot more people around as we were leaving. Nice dodge. There are a few buskers, and I would like to know if there is some sort of standard that is kept and bad buskers are chased away or something, because they were all very good. Like really good.
Driving around we saw a few private forests, these forests that are on private property, lining the property. It is nice that they forgo a bit of land for the sake of privacy. Not like in Australia where the land is cleared all the way to the fence line.
Next we went to Bristol, a place specifically for my benefit because I love the show Being Human which is set and filmed there. So we meandered around the city (which is lovely) and went past the Hospital where a few scenes were filmed for the series and past the studio.
Then it was into Wales. Over a bridge that is XXXXXXX long and very impressive. Wales is a bit of a funny place, it took us a very long time to find somewhere to eat, and a toilet. We got petrol, 52 pounds for a tacky little ford and a days driving (eeek, remember the pound is nearly double the dollar). Funny thing was, the petrol station sold booze. In there it was the first time I have been really aware of my own accent, because Welsh accents are so thick and funny.
Then we headed to our hotel, what should have been a half hour drive was a two and a half hour drive. You see we were somewhat reliving our experience in LA in 2008 (when bushfires blocked our path to our hotel). This time in Swansea, Wales a tyre factory caught fire. An extremely imposing plume of smoke and diversions sending us the long long long way (which is unfortunate in a country this tiny) Anyway we eventually made it to our hotel checked in a left straight away. Back into Swansea where we had an invite to attend a Welsh men’s Choir practice. This was pretty great, they are an award winning choir and are about to feature in a Welsh TV show. They were spine tingelingly good and it was interesting hearing what the coach (what do you call a choir teacher?) was saying to them. They used the SolFar method - Doe, Ray, Me, Far, So, La, Tea and then sung in Welsh. Which reminds me, earlier on we found a radio station in the Welsh language, so just listened to that as we drove.
Back to the hotel, via some wild Welsh Mountain Ponies. Which is super special since Welshies were always my breed of choice, Artex and Brego my two standout horses of my life, Artex, my first pony and Brego my soul mate were both Welsh (just Brego was a cob not a pony). We got so close, to foals even and the mothers weren’t phased in the least. :D So happy.
Exhausted again. Goodnight.
The baths themselves were incredible. I am a bit of a lover of Roman history (wait till you see how nuts I am going to go in Rome) so it was special. It annoys me a bit that they have built these platforms through the inner works of the baths that are supported by being drilled into and cemented onto the ancient stone. I really think if they need to do that to let people see it, then people shouldn’t see it. Not the general public in any case.
I splashed around in the water, duh, of course. Then read all the signs saying not to touch it because it is untreated. So untreated water is going to kill me is it? Something makes me think I will be fine. It is very special being in this place, so old.
Driving around we saw a few private forests, these forests that are on private property, lining the property. It is nice that they forgo a bit of land for the sake of privacy. Not like in Australia where the land is cleared all the way to the fence line.
Next we went to Bristol, a place specifically for my benefit because I love the show Being Human which is set and filmed there. So we meandered around the city (which is lovely) and went past the Hospital where a few scenes were filmed for the series and past the studio.
Then it was into Wales. Over a bridge that is XXXXXXX long and very impressive. Wales is a bit of a funny place, it took us a very long time to find somewhere to eat, and a toilet. We got petrol, 52 pounds for a tacky little ford and a days driving (eeek, remember the pound is nearly double the dollar). Funny thing was, the petrol station sold booze. In there it was the first time I have been really aware of my own accent, because Welsh accents are so thick and funny.
Then we headed to our hotel, what should have been a half hour drive was a two and a half hour drive. You see we were somewhat reliving our experience in LA in 2008 (when bushfires blocked our path to our hotel). This time in Swansea, Wales a tyre factory caught fire. An extremely imposing plume of smoke and diversions sending us the long long long way (which is unfortunate in a country this tiny) Anyway we eventually made it to our hotel checked in a left straight away. Back into Swansea where we had an invite to attend a Welsh men’s Choir practice. This was pretty great, they are an award winning choir and are about to feature in a Welsh TV show. They were spine tingelingly good and it was interesting hearing what the coach (what do you call a choir teacher?) was saying to them. They used the SolFar method - Doe, Ray, Me, Far, So, La, Tea and then sung in Welsh. Which reminds me, earlier on we found a radio station in the Welsh language, so just listened to that as we drove.
Back to the hotel, via some wild Welsh Mountain Ponies. Which is super special since Welshies were always my breed of choice, Artex and Brego my two standout horses of my life, Artex, my first pony and Brego my soul mate were both Welsh (just Brego was a cob not a pony). We got so close, to foals even and the mothers weren’t phased in the least. :D So happy.
Exhausted again. Goodnight.
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