Yesterday morning, I was up bright and early, and went to get my haircut. After this, we set off for Bath.
Our first stop there was
Mr B's bookshop - certainly the best new bookshop ever, and a strong contender for the title of best shop ever, of any sort. We acquired a
Washington Irving, a
Charlotte Brontë, and a couple of presents. Then onto lunch, at the
Pump Room - an amazing setting. My pork (seared tenderloin and slow-cooked belly) was delicious, and
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adaese's salmon pretty good; this was reversed when it came to the puddings, with my ginger sponge being merely good, and
adaese's chocolate and orange tart very good indeed.
Wandering round Bath after lunch, I made a close acquaintance with a pavement. I understand it was quite a spectacular tumble, and I was rather shocked at the time; but I recovered, and now have nothing worse to show for it than a few scrapes and bruises, and some scratched glasses.
Then onto the main event -
Felicity Kendal in
George Bernard Shaw's play
Mrs Warren's Profession, at the
Theatre Royal. Very enjoyable - a "debate" or "problem" play, but with a nice leavening of wit.
Back home via the
cheese shop, where we bought goats' and ewes' milk cheeses.
Bath was crowded with rugby fans, but they were as quiet and well-mannered as such people usually are. And I heard a theatre-goer asking one the result, and being told that
Bath had lost, 11-12. As a
Leicester Tigers supporter, this suits me just fine :-)
We watched the new
Jon Culshaw programme that evening, but found it very disappointing, particularly after the success of
Dead Ringers.
