Thank god for the glorious day, otherwise Bath would have been a total wash.

Teko wanted to stop and see the city and given how long it’s been since I was there I didn’t mind a return visit. It’s easily 20 years since I’d first been and, oh, how much I’ve changed while Bath seems to have stayed the same. Still busy, still crazy and overrun by tourists, and a far cry from the quiet places we’ve been to so far. The weather was perfect though.

I noticed a lot more tourists from other nationalities, a loud cacophony of world tourism in the realest sense, and a lot more things going on that reminded me of big cities like London – scores of noisy, silly hen parties wandered the streets, groups of screaming and possibly over-sugared teens, while a period production closed off a street and made people stop in their tracks to see what was going on. We didn’t see anyone familiar however.

After walking around for only a few minutes, pooh-poohing the £22 per person ticket cost for the Roman baths, and attempting to seek shelter in the under renovation Bath Cathedral – our 4th in the past two days – Teko seemed to have had enough of Bath city life and was willing to move on.

There’s a lot of beauty in Bath but despite the sunny weather it was only barely evident yesterday. While in no rush to do so, I’d like to give the city another try and dig deeper – through the tourism and through the urban noise. Let’s see how it goes again in 20 years.