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| on our stormy way |
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| good old fisheye |
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| sam wins the lotto |
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| half a building |
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| either just before or just after the rain |
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| packin the polaroid away |
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| houses otp |
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| shadow ahoy |
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| the waterhouse |
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| the roman baths |
The weekend after Sam returned to the UK from his 7 week long stint in NZ we had planned a weekend over in Bath, as we had still not really travelled anywhere outside of London together, but still in England. We were going to take our bikes along but the weather was pretty average so we decided against it.
A very early bus ride to Paddington (it takes like an hour 15 from our house) and being 20 minutes early meant we had time to play with Sams wee purchase, his iPhone fisheye camera clip on thingi, so cool. Hilarious. I'm sure I've said it before on here, but I really like trains rides. We got there relatively early and ended up going straight to the town part and just walking over the whole place. It's pretty nice, we visited the roman bath place, which is right up my amazing-old-stuff alley, funnily enough, I don't seem to have any photos, besides the one I stole from Sams facebook (fisheye one so you can't really see the background anyway). Must be on my other camera which I don't have here (I'm in Cornwall just funfact#1) but oh well.
Sam bought one of each of the Bens Cookies haha which we slowly ate on our way round, man them cookies are the business. It was a bit rainy but luckily I had my happy rain (still got it ma) umbrella as we walked via the markets up to the Royal Crescent, which would have been slightly more impressive without half of it being in scaffolding, again. Ah well. We walked around the area up there before it really started to rain so we headed down to find a pub to sit in for a while. It has a nice feel Bath does, easy to get around. There was one part of the storm that was so torrential we went and hid in an information centre and looked up a few things to do, one of which was some thermal bath thing, on a roof, anyway, we walked past it when we were wandering around and the line was literally around the block, so I'd suggest anyone wanting to go either go early or look at booking or something. It was a loooong line, which we didn't wait for.
The place we were staying,
>The Waterhouse< was a little bit out of bath (woops last minute booking) but was so nice. It was nice to be out in the country, hearing no sounds of sirens and cars and planes and all that. The people who worked there were really lovely and showed us the back way across to the local pub called The Wheelwrights Arms, where we went for dinner. The track out the back of the hotel was down a gravel bank and over a few bridges and through some farm-type tracks, and the lady at reception had armed us with torches as there were no lights, pretty funny for the return journey. The meal was yuuuuuuuum too. The next day we hired bikes and biked the Avon Canal along into Bath, good old Sam putting up with my sourpuss I-don't-wanna-bike attitude, well done bayyyyybes I thoroughly enjoyed myself.
There was a museum we visited too, I don't remember its name, but there's a picture of Sam infront of it up there somewhere. I wasn't in the mood for museums sheesh grump much.
I think if I was a rich older person I'd go live there, in Bath. Or just rich in general, it is a very pretty wee town.
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