Thursday 4th. - up early in the wet and glistening dark to catch the first ferry, drive to Glasgow, then a bus crammed with damp Glasgwegians hurrying to work. Central Station, commuters all scurry and hurry while we have coffee and Danish pastries. Onto the train, gliding through soaked fields, coffee coloured rivers frothing and boiling over their banks. Bath at 4, taxi to B&B. A lovely room, a friendly but somewhat fearsome Polish landlady. Then into Bath town centre, to get a meal in Sally Lunn's, oldest house in Bath. Huge buns soaked with garlic butter, juicy chicken and lamb, a cosy atmosphere.
Friday 5th. - off to the Thermae Spa, for the first of two trips - a generous birthday present from Catriona. An amazing place - shiny modernism housed in Georgian elegance. The rooftop pool steams beside the spires; the steamrooms, round glass modules scented with lavender, frankinscense, eucalyptus and mint, and a waterfall shower in the middle of the floor; the Minerva pool, where we drifted round the gentle river and chatted amongst the bubbles; then hot chocolate and cake and another trip to the rooftop pool. Later, round the town in the open top bus, and tea and clotted cream scones and treacle cake in a tiny cafe on Pulteney Bridge, which looks as if it has lost its way and really ought to be in Italy. Then in the growing dusk, a look in the tiny glittering shops along the bridge and a walk along the river path, past floodlit Bath and trailing willow trees. And last of all a Nepalese meal in Yak Yeti Yak.
Friday 5th. - off to the Thermae Spa, for the first of two trips - a generous birthday present from Catriona. An amazing place - shiny modernism housed in Georgian elegance. The rooftop pool steams beside the spires; the steamrooms, round glass modules scented with lavender, frankinscense, eucalyptus and mint, and a waterfall shower in the middle of the floor; the Minerva pool, where we drifted round the gentle river and chatted amongst the bubbles; then hot chocolate and cake and another trip to the rooftop pool. Later, round the town in the open top bus, and tea and clotted cream scones and treacle cake in a tiny cafe on Pulteney Bridge, which looks as if it has lost its way and really ought to be in Italy. Then in the growing dusk, a look in the tiny glittering shops along the bridge and a walk along the river path, past floodlit Bath and trailing willow trees. And last of all a Nepalese meal in Yak Yeti Yak.
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