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Today we packed up and took to the road for an overnight stop in Bath, en-route to Comberton, near Cambridge, where family catch ups and a spot of light work for Ray beckons. We pitched up at the Bath Marina site which is, as you'd expect, right on the river, following an uneventful journey, the highlight of which was one of us mistaking the fresh water filler cap for the diesel cap, which would have been unfortunate had they not realised in time.
As we'd paid marginally more than our daily pitch budget for this site we determined to walk the 2 miles or so into Bath and save the public transport fares. Not wanting to waste the warm Somerset sun we left in haste along the tow path which turned out to be a charming walk, in-spite of the graffitied industrial units lining the river for some of the way. We entered Bath via Victoria Park and the famous Georgian Crescent. We lingered next to a guided tour long enough to glean some interesting background information without attracting suspicion before moving on through the park; after all, impressive though it is its really just a bendy row of apartments. We descended into Bath itself via the formal park, and what a fine city it is. The Abbey was a joy, cheap (suggested donation of £2.50 and no pressure), a beautiful nave with impressive architecture, especially the ceiling, a magnificent great window which depicts 56 scenes from the life of Jesus and it boasts many friendly and knowledgeable guides who are keen to help and explain without being intrusive. From them we learnt that Edgar was crowned the first king of England here in 973 and that in fact the Abbey is a parish Church nowadays.
Bath wears its alumni on its sleeve so you get plenty of Roman and Jane Austin memorabilia, but if you look past the commercial side it's a fine city, stately and accommodating to the ceaseless tourists and full of interesting alleyways and byways, enticing views and interesting shops. Even so after a couple of hours we felt ready to return to Mavis. Maybe we were a bit weary after the travelling and in need of a rest but much as we liked the city we grew tired of Olde World Tea Shoppes and decided not to linger. Thus we took ourselves to the rather nice Boathouse Inn just along the tow-path from our pitch to have a pint and watch the sun set over the river Avon to celebrate three weeks on the road.
Later on Ray tripped over a speed-bump because he was busy reading the "Beware Speed Bumps" sign and so to prevent further damage we retired in preparation for tomorrows journey to Comberton.
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