Again a relatively short drive for us, 1.5 hours, and we were soon seeing the beautiful Georgian terraces that line the hillsides as you wind your way down in the CBD.
It is a grand place, lots of green spaces mixed with blocks of grey buildings and paving with no trees in sight. The Royal Crescent, an arc of 30 or so terraces, is the most photographed buliding in Bath so we had to get one too. We also had to see why the city was built and named in the first place by visiting the Roman baths.
Using the natural hot springs found in the area you really feel you are in a time warp. The water doesn't look very healthy though, bit green and apparently is full of bacteria so no touching. Apparently some people have fallen in and lived to tell the tale. You can see the water bubbling in some sections, the hottest pool about 50 degrees from memory. Jane Austen is also big in Bath as she lived and wrote there but we were on a mission to get to the Cotswolds that afternoon so we gave Jane's museum a miss and headed up into Midsommer Murders country.
Tetbury is the gateway to that area and once you arrive you really know you are in chocolate box English countryside. We are going to hang around here for a few days, exploring the countryside with its insanely narrow lanes, unbelieveably cute honey coloured stone cottages and maybe find the odd dead body. (For the Inspector Barnaby fans).
By Georgian it's grand.
Time for a Bath.
Warm but not inviting.
Infectious place.
18th century shopping centre.
Royal Crescent. Imagine trying to find your front door after a few pints.
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