Wherein I am Cured of the Palsy in the Restorative Waters

Alright, we’re in Bath, once the social scene of Georgian England. Thanks to the madness of King George it was no longer enough to see and be scene in Bath, rather one was better off in the healing salt waters off the coast in Brighton. So much for the Romans.

We hit the actual Roman baths last night after the crowd had died down. Please note, if you plan to visit the baths in the future you cannot go dressed as a Roman. Seriously. We didn’t try, but suggested to the ticket agent that it would have been a clever idea whereupon we were told that had we stolen the bedsheets from the university residence and worn them as clothing we would not be allowed into the bath proper. And not because we’d stolen university linens. The audioguide (of which there were three to choose from: regular, children’s version and According to Bill Bryson-style) was long and dare I say a smidge boring? I dare! Boring. Bill Bryson’s version wasn’t all that much better. He didn’t even have the good sense to be funny. I was cautioned by signage to not touch the water, but this only provoked in me a great curiosity to do just that. Untreated water! Gasp. I grew up in Thorold… South!

We also ate a Sally Lunn bun (which should, in my clever opinion, be spelled with a double ‘n’ also). Our server just squeaked in some actual service after a bear 20 minute wait for some acknowledgement of our existence. Hey everyone, Sally Lunn’s bunns? Brioche! Go to France, or your local bakery for that matter. Man, she had everyone fooled.

This is not my first visit to Bath. I was here for Model United Nations debating when I was in highschool.  What’s killing me is that I don’t remember a damn thing. I didn’t think I’d be all forgetting stuff. That happens when you’re old. I can recall shandies. And it being very hilly. That’s it.  What else have I forgotten? Good grief.

Tomorrow we move on to Bristol. It will no doubt rain again, as it has everyday that we have been here. Everyone knows Britain is soggy – how is it I seem to have forgetten? It’s also been chilly and having only brought along a single pair of pants sucked it up (and in) to purchase a second pair this morning. At £6 it was a steal. So Mom, my legs are still pasty, thank you very much…