Friday 26th May
We awoke early and left the house at six thirty to drive to Bath to meet up with friends from Australia whom I haven’t seen for four years. They are over in this country, travelling, staying in London at present, then going on to France, Belgium and Holland.
The day was glorious; we talked and talked: reminiscing, and walked and walked and walked: sightseeing.
We began with a Bath Bun and coffee at Sally Lunn’s tea house, then explored the streets, marveling at the Roman architecture, wandering around the Abbey, finding the Royal Crescent of Georgian townhouses, eating a picnic in the park beside the river, strolling across the Pulteney Bridge and looking at the masses of water flowing over the weir. We ended the day with a few beers, sitting outside at a pub, chilling, chatting and people watching.
A terrific day, catching up with old friends, enjoying the lovely sunny weather.
You liked Bath my darling, and as we were walking around, I imagined you with us, every step of the way.
Love you sweetheart.
Beloved Angel son.