Bath is lovely, isn’t it? I’d forgotten how beautiful it is. Golden stone rising from a winding river under a grand bridge beside a glorious abbey. Art, culture, music, shopping, tea, architecture, cakes, more tea, buns, an Ivy, a tiny gin distillery, rugby in the city, rugby players in the city and Aquae Sulis into the bargain. One of those “I could live here” places. I never will but lucky to have friends who do.
