Sun shone today and my trousers had dried out, so we were off to a good start. We walked along the path beside the Avon to get into town - ducks, joggers, cyclists, trailing willows, a cosy looking canal boat with smoke drifting up from its chimney, gold and red autumn leaves. Church was at Bath City Church. Wow. A beautiful and immense Art Deco cinema. About 1,000 plus people there, at a guess. Celebration of their international members - about 25 countries world wide, carrying flags, and assured by the Pastor, a cheerful and sincere lady of about 40 - that they were so welcome, so loved in that family of believers. Lively singing, fantastic AV and stories of God's goodness told by lots of them - inspiration to remember. After that, a Cornish pastie and off to the Assembly Rooms - more chandeliers and Georgian elegance. Then even more in the Georgian House Museum in Royal Crescent. Looking out over the crescent from the window, it looked as if Aliens had landed, as a bulbous red dome of colossal proportions appeared over the rooftops, followed by two more. Hot air balloons, drifting scarily near the trees. And at last, our Twilight session back at the Thermae Bath Spa. As we drifted about in the warm steaming waters in the roof top pool, darkness gently fell, stars appeared, the tower of the Abbey floated floodlit in the night sky, and then those bells we had climbed among yesterday began to peal out again and again, and fireworks lit up glittering in the distance. And tomorrow we go home, this first part of the adventure over.
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