More Bath

We can't leave Bath without a backward glance to a few other things:


I don't know who this little fella is, but he stands in his indentation in the wall and keeps his eye on things in town. There is a lot of that in Bath.

I really like this solitary tree in the square. Looks like a good place for a hanging. In fact, if you look closely you will see another one of those pigs hanging. There is a joke in there somewhere but I will leave it's development to others.



I neglected to provide interior views of the Central Church where Ron and Maurene provide spiritual guidance:

Grif meditates, searching for inspiration prior to ascending the pulpit stairs.

Here, Grif tries his preaching skills at the high pulpit with some coaching from the Vicar.

Ron obviously finds some of Grif's theological arguments to be less than satisfying. As for Grif, he appears to be overcome by the Spirit.

The happy Vicar in his office.

Back out in the streets:

Hey look! They even allow Quakers to assemble here! Things have come a long way!

The Royal Crescent, designed by John Wood the Younger and built between 1767 and 1774. It is considered to be one of the finer examples of Georgian architecture in the United Kingdom. And who am I to question it? Nice front yard as well.

Remember that bit about Bath being a walled city at one point in history? Here is a remaining bit of it, shown by our tireless and capable tour guide.

Grif in his now trademark cloth cap and Hollister jacket in the open area near the abbey and Roman baths.

Speaking of the Romans, here is one of the statues they left behind to guard the baths.

Lauren and Grif take a breather after all the sight-seeing.

Ahh, the beloved Weston. A place to meet with Mr. Foster and discuss well-reasoned solutions for the problems of the world. I will miss the walks down and back as well.

Next: Cheddar Gorge