Me in the Bath

Not what you were hoping for, I know.

Bath is about 100 miles from London. This equates to 1.5 hours in train, or 4 miserable hours in a bus.

If you need a handy guide for Bath's proper pronunciation, please refer to my earlier post.



We should all try to be more like Edward.



Lots of canals and damming mechanisms and the occasional bloke who looks at your camera when you take a picture and appears to be from New Mexico.



There was a boat festival. Boat people are the same everywhere in the world: festive and dangerous.



That second picture is of a bridge. I know, I know -- it looks like a street. It's just a fake street that's actually a bridge so get your head around it.



Another picture of the canal. That's Anisa taking a picture by the way. And then there were also some nice fields for rugby and cricket. We watched a bit of cricket.


So really a pretty nice town. Within 30 minutes of Stonehenge as well, which I didn't get to this time around. Lots of water, very European, and I liked the emphasis on sitting in hot water.

And if you haven't been paying attention, there's some sort of hobgobblin fetish there, and the town of Swindon, which is between London and Bath, is home to the world's most focused fire department.