Our Visitors

They spent two nights in Bath and fell in love with it.  They visited the Pump room where they had a late lunch and an early tea so managed to enjoy the celebrated, quaintly dressed string quartet - the sublime Jane’s spirit hovering over all.

 They were impressed with the architecture of the Royal Crescent and the Royal Circus and the beautiful art collection in the Holbourne Museum.  At some stage they were accosted by a guide dressed in Georgian costume and decided to do his tour which they thoroughly enjoyed.  He was extremely knowledgeable and gave a lively commentary throughout and dismissed any impression of the Georgians as elegant and refined; they over indulged in food and drink and behaved more like louts than gentlemen.  How horrid.

 They were surprised to find how hilly Bath was and were quite tired after the tour which included tasting the waters at the Spa which tasted as these waters always do - foul.  James said - eyes open wide,

 ‘We weren’t allowed to even TOUCH the water in the pool.’

Later my DIL enjoyed a swim in the magnificent new pool where you can see the roof tops of Bath.

 

As a little girl in Cheshire she used to be teased by a shop keeper when she went to buy ‘Sally Lunns (rhyming slang for Bath buns) so a visit to the Sally Lunns’ shop and Museum was a must.  But she was a little disappointed to discover the Bath Sally Lunns bore little resemblance to the ones she remembered - the only ones I remember clearly were Eccles Cakes and Bakewell Tart.

 

On the way home they digressed to Yeovilton with its plane Museum and - was it there - they were astonished at the cramped quarters of the Concorde.  No wonder Joan Collins was constantly having Martini spilled down her bosom.