Met a very articulate and softly spoken primary school teacher at breakfast this morning. He rather approved of our travel plans, which I take as a good sign. In fact, I think he said they sounded "ever so good". I'm also giving myself a pat on the back for saying Llangollen to a Welsh person and having them respond by nodding understandingly, rather than looking at me with a puzzled expression on their face. After breakfast we hit the road again. Just for the record, I have totally mastered the art of navigating through difficult terrain using only screenshots of maps, and a GPS aided blue dot that sometimes shows only what country are in... Simon has mastered the art of driving with sometimes hazy guidance!
As we were driving along, we came to Tintern and just had to pull over and look at the abbey. Absolutely beautiful. Hopefully I managed to take some photos to do it justice. It was completed in the 14th century, and didn't those monks know a thing or two about building stuff back then? Unfortunately I had the World's Most Disgusting Milkshake there, and had to discreetly pour it down a drain. At least Simon's ice cream was nice.
We got to the Lansdown Park and Ride and it was packed! They nearly need a park and ride for the park and ride...
Anyway, into Bath, and food was the first thing on the agenda. Simon experienced the phenomenon of the breakfast pasty - sausage, eggs and baked beans in a pasty. Why ever not?!
Outside the beautiful Bath Abbey was a nervous groom getting photos taken before his bride turned up. We left him to it, and checked out the Roman Baths. The Romans really made bathing quite an art. I didn't taste the spa water - I didn't need to, the facial expressions of the people drinking it gave me a fair idea how it tasted! Life's too short to spend it drinking manky water. Plus I'd already had one unpleasant beverage experience for the day. Oh and we managed to spot some Swan Hillians in there as well - Mr and Mrs Box - but they didn't see us...
We checked some of the streets of Bath - Cheap Street (Simon!), Green Street (Jackie) and Gay Street (...). Plus we saw the Theatre Royal, which looked a tad different to Camperdown's version. Bath seemed to be a bit of a bizarre contrast of really old and beautiful buildings with lots of commercial, brand name shops. You could go from bathing with the Romans, to eating at Pizza Hut. We wandered round and did a spot of shopping, even managed to find a couple of opshops! We also found a place that made FANTABULOUS milkshakes, which made up for my earlier dairy experience. When we'd had enough bathing, we caught the bus back to our car and then had a rather unusual journey to our next destination, Colerne. Very, very, very, VERY narrow roads!
The owner of Trimnells House lacked enthusiasm for life - wearing things with socks is never a good sign. Out room, however is very comfortable - there are even towels folded like hearts, and hot chocolate sachets - Huzzah!
Dinner is a short walk away, at the Six Bells, and the woman behind the bar seems unconvinced in her ability to provide meals. A dog the size of a horse emerges from behind the bar, which doesn't exactly fill us with confidence in regard to the food hygiene standards of this place. Eventually though, all the locals start filtering in, and Simon gets a really good plate of chilli con carne. My pizza is average, and it's lucky that I'm a competitive whale-boater, otherwise I wouldn't have the upper body strength to cut through the base.
A short walk home, confirm our date with Lollop at Stonehenge tomorrow, and it's off to bed.