...And so to Bath...
Dec. 16th, 2007 07:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rhythmaningAfter F. and I went to Sherborne, we went to Bath. It was another beautiful September day, and the sun made the Georgian buildings hum with warmth.
I had been to Bath before – a mid-winter’s day about twenty years ago, and I don’t think my post-Christmas hangover then did the town justice: I was newly moved to Edinburgh, and Bath on a gloomy December day couldn’t really compare.
In the bright September light, though, I was fascinated by the buildings. It felt like I was wandering through a Jane Austen novel.
I had been to Bath before – a mid-winter’s day about twenty years ago, and I don’t think my post-Christmas hangover then did the town justice: I was newly moved to Edinburgh, and Bath on a gloomy December day couldn’t really compare.
In the bright September light, though, I was fascinated by the buildings. It felt like I was wandering through a Jane Austen novel.
