Papa Bouilloire Chapter 8 and Bath!

La vie est trop courte pour boire du mauvais vin

Just one of the wonderful views to see in Bath. I had to hurry accross Pultney Bridge several times knowing that Jane Austen herself must have crossed it. Just one of the wonderful views to see in Bath. I had to hurry accross Pultney Bridge several times knowing that Jane Austen herself must have crossed it.

Chapter the Eighth – Bath!

Despite my inexpert attempt to remove the cowpat, the stench of the teenage filled bus masked the rich odour of my shoe and we drove away from Stonehenge to Bath. The scenery was delightful and my heart began to thrill at the thought of soon seeing the very place in which Jane Austen herself had trod in her dainty slippers (I hoped unblemished by cow pats).

At last this wonderful town appeared across a valley, every expectation being answered. I saw the crescents, the river and Pultney Bridge, the Bath stone all glowing in the sunlight!

The coach drew up outside Bath Cathedral and we debouched to line up to see the Baths themselves. The crowds were…

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