I was hoping to put up a photo of the Limpley Stoke Hotel in which we reside. However, in spite of Shaun’s patient tutelage I can’t figure out how for the life of me. Shaun, if you actually read the meandering writings of your father and aren’t just deleting them, would you please email me with some instructions???
First, a couple of moans:
1. My head cold has descended to my chest and every time I blow my nose it bleeds. I am feeling poorly.
2. Cheryl & I purchased matching traveling jackets b4 we left. Windproof, shower resistant and warm. Left mine on the train from Paddington to Bath didn’t I?
There, partially out of my system.
A great train trip to Bath and there a large shock awaited us. I had a mental picture of Bath being a tiny, quaint little English Village. There we would alight from the train, walk to the hire car place, park near the village green and see Bath in an afternoon. Off to our hotel that evening and head to the Cotswolds the next morning.
The 1st hint that this would not be so was when the woman on the Information Office at the station asked where we were getting our car and then said, ‘Oh, you’ll need to get a taxi there. It’s right over the other side of the city.’
City???? Yep. It took us about 15 minutes to get to the hire car place!!!! There we were met by an extremely helpful young lady with a great English accent who provided us with a car and, more importantly, a map to get to the hotel, which was out in the country – about a 20 minute drive out in the country!!!!
With her complexion and accent her name should have been Jane. It was Natasha. When we we reached the hotel the receptionist was a tall, regal young lady with a fantastic Russian accent. Her name should have been Natasha. It was Jane!
The hotel is magnificent, old, huge and luxuriously appointed. Also with a 1st class restaurant. We weakened and ate ‘out’ last night and had our 1st glass of wine since arriving!!!
Now, Bath. If ever you plan to come, allow a couple of days here. Gorgeous parks and buildings, but lots of people. Parking is complex. Cheryl suggested they should knock down a few of the old sandstone buildings (well, they have plenty of them!) and put in a few carparks. We now realize the value of supermarket carparks!
We did the obligatory bus tour and was able to observe a rugby match going on at the same time. You should have heard the roar of the crowd – it was just like watching English soccer on the Telly.
Our room is so gorgeous (we have a corner room on the 1st floor with views over the country side and a large 4 poster bed) we have decided to stay until they kick us out – technically that’s 11.00. Then back into Bath for another bus tour and possible a swim for Jim in the Thermal baths.
I look forward to sharing my cold!