We started the day in London. At the bus station we took a cushy bus west towards Canada but only got as far as Bath. On the way we stopped in and said ‘ello! to Stonehenge, who didn't have much to say at all about all of this nonsense. It remained aloof and mysterious as we circled in awe.
The sky sprinkled as we neared Bath, the misty landscape very lush and green. In contrast, rows after rows of buildings are all uniformly tan with dark roofs in the Georgian style. Since antiquity buildings have been constructed of the distinct honey-colored Bath Stone. It lends the city an austere class.
A lovely cache of stained glass was found at Bath Abbey. Equally eye-popping was the gigantic pipe organ with pipes shooting to the lofty ceiling. It dominated one wing of the cathedral like a cave monster that threatened at any moment to bellow thunderously if disturbed.
Later we had dinner at the Pump Room. While waiting to be seated I grabbed some shots of the adjacent Roman baths. While the baths are overgrown with algae and oxidized metals, the spring water they are fed from is still fresh. The Pump Room featured a pump that, once primed, purported to procure water from the source. Indeed, the water had a dull, mineral-rich taste to it that would baffle marketing agencies. Not something to drink on a regular basis certainly, but interesting.
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