Bath was the centre of Roman life in Britain, and the Brits have played this card to position it as a resort town ever since. Limestone houses, the river Avon, 90 minutes by train to Paddington Station. Ladies that refer to me as "My Darling", "My Love", and even "My Lover" (!) all in a sweet Somerset accent.
What's not to like?
Oolitic limestone + Rose.
Row houses. There are a plenty of them.
C & C Irvine.
Street poetry. Be kind to your brutes.
After a fifteen minute stroll, you end at this small bridge over the Avon. Whaddyareckon?
I hoped you packed your picnic basket!
If you have to have an office, this one will do nicely. Drapes?
I would like to live here, but only if I could fit some curtains.
Houses. Note the sash windows. Still no curtains.
More than five windows in your house and you got hit with extra taxes. So what do you think people did? They blocked the windows up. This, allegedly, is the origin of the phrase "daylight robbery".
So, the government fails to foresee the obvious consequence of a new legislative initiative, and obstinately sticks to it after the blunder has become clear! What is old is new...
At least you they don't need to worry about curtains.
Just another row of houses. I think this one is called "Kings Circus".
Another park.
Just another view of a nice place for a picnic. Tedious, isn't it?
Bath Abbey.
Ceiling detail - Bath Abbey.
Candles.
Ceiling detail - Bath Abbey.
Yep - I like ceilings.
Inside Bath Cathederal.
Plaque dedicated to that magnificent engineer Isambard Kingdom Brunel.
Here be Jane Austin. In spirit, anyway. They take their flower boxes seriously.
Some old stones from the Temple Pediment.
Note the Gorgon's head. You can't quite see it here, but he has
snakes in his beard - a sort of male Medusa.
Construction Techniques.
The Goddess Sulis.
The great bath.
The great bath.
Hanging out with a Roman. He didn't say much. I kind of felt like it was all a hoax and we are in one of those "Carry On" films?
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