|Sally Lunn Buns|
And so on to Bath.
We were stopping for lunch with Pip. You saw the picture already. It's right up there.
Of course, we had luggage. The backpacking place is a few blocks from the train station, and they let you leave luggage there for a few pounds. So that happened. Then we met with Pip and went to Sally Lunns.
He thought that was a little silly, because it's the most touristy food in town. But you've got to do it once, right? Rakka, Groc and I had tea in a shop about 100 yards away back in 2010 when we were visiting the baths and the abbey (and Pip). And seeing as how we'd missed it by that much then, I thought it was time.
|Sally Lunn's famous buns (I can't speak to the fame of the man on the phones' buns)|
|I scoff at this row of shops. That bit in the foreground is the Bog Island.|
|What kind of dungeon‽|
Bath wasn't. The fact that we were overheard went unnoticed until we got home. That picture has been making us laugh ever since.
|That Bridge with the Shops|
Passed the abbey, up the hill, we came at last to the circus. Here, Pip had to leave us. He was just on lunch break at work after all. As always it was a pleasurable visit, if short.
|Finally got to the circus, but there were no clowns|
|Well, there were these guys.|
Plumbing aside, I don't think I'd ever take loggings in that particular semi-circle. It's very nice, and all, but there was a constant stream of tourists (like me) around there. Who'd want to see that?
|All the houses are like this|
|a little square|
|Fan vaulting causes cooling|
|My favorite angle|