Bath

Bath, a city with many attractions, was a great place to end the walk. There is the famous circus, not as in clowns and lions and tigers, but as in a series of attached row houses arranged in a semi circle. It was, in its day, apparently, a good address to have, and maybe it still is:






What would Bath be without the baths?  Not only are the baths not used, there are signs warning not to even put your hand in the water!





All sorts of people used the baths, even the soldiers:





There are lots of museums. This is the dining room in a Georgian house. No photography was allowed, but, not knowing, Wendy caught this shot:





Ahhh, see the chimneys? Well, the guide on our walking tour told us that the citizens were taxed according to the number of windows they had. If two windows were very close together, they counted as one window, so the lucky owner payed less taxes. Neither Wendy nor I could understand why they didn't just count chimneys. (Maybe the TV antennas got in the way?)







The city boasts many fine candy shops:






and choosing can be difficult:





This is—so they say—the oldest house in Bath. It is where Sally Lunn baked her buns:







Of course, we had to visit the very kitchen wherein the buns were baked:






And there she is, hard at work:






The fashion museum was lots of fun. In one section, you can try on clothes, boys, girls, men and women.

You would not believe how heavy a victorian crinoline is.






But it does make the dress look grand!





In the main square, in front of the Abbey, there is entertainment all day, mostly musicians of one sort or another, from opera singers to......







The good citizens of Bath are very proud that Jane Austin spent a couple of years in their fair town:







Behold the famous Abbey:






If you want to climb 220 steps, you get to see the bell structures and the clock:






I have no idea what, exactly this is, but take my word for it, it has to do either with the clock or the bells, most likely the clock:






Then you see the city from way high up:






The official end, or beginning, to the Cotswald Way is at the Abbey, although, at the moment, there is no plaque announcing that. One is promised for September:





It was something of an achievement to walk the whole Cotswald Way, but golly, gee, it wasn't exactly worthy of Her Majesty's congratulations!






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