Where there’s no sun, there’s no fun: A day in Bath

9.10am: I am at Paddington Station. All trains to Oxford are cancelled. The tracks are flooded. Just my luck. I come to England for summer, and they are experiencing their wettest one in many years (quite possibly, ever).

CHRISTINA: Are the trains to Oxford just cancelled for the morning?
TICKET-COUNTER LADY: No. All day.
CHRISTINA: What about buses?
TICKET-COUNTER LADY: No buses.
CHRISTINA: So how can I get to Oxford?
TICKET-COUNTER LADY: You can’t. Stay here.

Lady, if I have to wander Piccadilly Road again, I will throttle some homeless person on my way out.

What else is available on the train timetable? Looks like it’s a day-trip to Bath Spa.

The length of this entry indicates how much fun I had in Bath.

It’s pissing down. I take pictures outside the Abbey, visit the Roman Baths (pretty, but when you’ve seen one ruin you’ve seen them all), go to the Jane Austen Centre, wander around The Circle and Royal Crescent, pop my head into the Assembly Rooms just before close of business, shop up at Ted Baker and eat way too many vegetarian pasties.

The End.