Off to Bath today – it was wet.
Looking on the trainline suggests a straight through service which takes over an hour, by nipping into Temple Meads and picking up another train there it only takes 45 mins – odd, so that’s what we did.
We sat outside Kate’s gym for an hour waiting for her to finish, and I felt the feeling of needing a wee raising – this was only after 20 mins. Still I am not quite too old yet so I managed to wait until be finally boarded the train. £19 and six tickets later we were on our way to Bristol, with a seat, together. So we ignored each other and read our books! In no time at all were at Temple Meads, then a mad rush to the Paddington train to get the connection to Bath. It was bust, so we stood in the Buffet Car – feeling hungry but not rich we didn’t sample the fare.
10 mins later we arrived in Bath, and decided we needed a late breakfast the first place we saw was Giraffe, which I had heard of, but never been – I had thought it was child focused, but that didn’t seem to be the case. I had a quite Delicious scrambled egg and bacon and toast concoction with a diet coke – the coke being a bad idea. Our waitress said too much and they automatically put the tip on the bill which I was going to remove to make a point, but then didn’t because I didn’t want to make a fuss – how terribly British…
Had a good walk around all parts of Bath, in the drizzle, and went to get Kate some shoes from a place which had tickets like you used to get at Tesco’s meet counter. The counter said 19, we picked 28, but there was no one there. Then a slightly pleasant, but odd lad came to serve us, and repeatedly said to Kate – Stand up big and tall for me, we found some shoes in reasonably quick time, but then tried 20 sizes to get one that matched her wide foot. The ladies there had quick disconcertingly high heels on, which seemed really stupid for a shoe shop.
There was a band playing upstairs in the street, in the drizzle, and a couple of older spoons had a little dance and a jig – that’s what I used to do – now I just felt sorry for them.
Once we had had enough of walking around we stopped at the Griffin, behind the Theatre for some drinkies – seemed like an okay place, a little small, but it was nice to have a sit down and a beer. By this time it was too late to have a late lunch if we wanted to catch the next train, so we hightailed it out of there and got the busy trains back home.
I like Bath more than it deserves I think.