I'm writing this from my hotel room at Pratt's hotel in Bath, Somerset. We finally got going at about 11.00 am this morning. I don't know what it's like at your house, but at our house I'm always ready long before DH. There's always time to do a few more jobs. This morning I had time to make a tea-bag holder! I always carry herbal tea-bags with me, just in case, since I don't drink ordinary tea or coffee, though most places have them these days. I've learned from experience not to shift from what I'm doing until he announces that he's 'walk-out-the-door-ready'.
It hasn't stopped raining all day, we had some dreadful downpours on the way down which necessitated slowing right down and we've had a thunderstorm since we arrived at the hotel.
We stopped at a couple of places on the way here, and found a charming town called Corsham, with a really pretty pedestrianised High Street. Being a Sunday it was completely deserted, no shops open, almost no-one wandering around in the rain - apart from DH and I.
We got to Bath at about 3.00 pm, not too bad a journey all things considered.
Pratt's Hotel was built in 1743 by John Woods the Elder, one of the city's most famous architects. It is a classic Georgian building
with many original features. There's even a bowed landing on the staircase which was designed to enable sedan chairmen to carry their clients right back to their rooms after they had a treatment in the spa baths.
We haven't done anything since arriving but unpack and watch the tennis, but apparently Boyzone are playing a concert at the park just behind the hotel, so we might wander down there after dinner and see if we can see anything - we shouldn't have any trouble hearing them.
I did spot this beautifully decorated pig right close to the hotel, so I shall be keeping my eyes open for more pigs as we walk around the city tomorrow.