For Whom the Bell Tolls...

The bell (at least, the bell in the Abbey tower in Bath) is tolled by me. That's right. I'm the one who rang the bells in the abbey at random times, and not on the hour.

But it's ok, I was allowed, it was part of the tour.

Our Bath trip started (as all good English weekends do) with grey, miserable skies and rain. But that's ok. We hiked our way up from the train station to the Hilton (yes, we like having expensive tastes :P) and got ourselves settled in, after buying two new tshirts for me, quite appropriately:

"Just assume I know everything" and "Have you tried turning it off and on again?"

Our first stop was the actual baths. (THat's right, we went to the Baths, in baths.) Not the green ones everyone knows about, but the therapeutic swimming pools. The place is massive, spread across 3 levels. There's a pool in the bottom level, then they have scented steam rooms (yes, scented! it's an entirely new experience)

Then up on the very top level, they have the outdoor heated bath. Yes. Outdoor. Yes. Heated. And you can see the rooftops of the city and stuff. (See shamelessly stolen picture)

It was still raining while we were there, but meh.

That pretty much took care of our first night, apart from dinner at a less than suitable restaurant, where we actually argued over the bill, which we almost never ever do.

I will write some more later about the next day.