Today we left Bath, but not before spending the morning in the campsite catching up on writing and blogging. We finally left as it was coming up towards midday. The day was a travelling, not a touring, day — wet and rather miserable — so we decided to use it to make some distance northwards, towards our old haunts in the Midlands. We drove out through the same street our bus had negotiated taking us in to Bath the past couple of days, actually driving behind that bus at one stage. In Bath, we noticed how much the Brits respect tradition, but are not bound by it — we passed an old red phone box which, instead of being removed as it passed its use-by day, had been re-purposed as an online cash outlet!
We also passed St Swithin's Church, where Jane Austen's father has his final resting place.
While driving out of town, we swore we would never want to actually live in Bath — the traffic is cluttered to say the least!
The day was dull, which made photography rather difficult.
We finally arrived at Mayfield Park, a camping site just outside Cirencester, Gloucestershire. It was pouring rain, but reception was open and welcoming. We checked in for an overnight stay and curled up in the dry within the van, with the pattering of rain on our roof keeping us company for the night.
Distance driven — today, 42 miles ( 62 km ); to date, 30,636 miles ( 49,304 km )
Wasn't sense and sensibility all about Marianne and her older sensible sister and a rotter and a colonel someone and a Mrs Palmer and little sister called Margaret and
ReplyDeleteit all comes right in the end-oh and that marvellous character Fanny Price and the brother . I read it manyears ago I think. Bits stuck. Great writer Jane. i like her Emma best, horrible girl she was. Reminded me of meself as a youngster before nursing half straightened me out. Love ya, Cathy