Keeping Clean.

We survived the night and DCI Barnaby did not come calling.
 
So we began with a simple porridge breakfast before heading out with the intention of reaching the Roman Baths at Bath. The Entourage had heard of these things called "Park and Ride" stations where you park your car and take a bus the rest of your way. Despite Charlotte's strange methodology in counting round about exits, the Entourage sucessfully found the "Park and Ride" at Odd-Down, not surprising when one thinks about it.

The heart of Bath is just a wonderful old town centre and the baths themselves are just fascinating. I could have spent much longer there as I was allowed, unlike everyone else, to bath there. I also talked to some nice locals, one of whom told me that the proper term for my entourage is "Slaves", though there was another who wanted to use me as a sacrifice. Still a very enjoyable time.




From there we entrusted ourselves to Charlotte's navigation to the Stanton standing stones. Once again Charlotte was magnificent, leading us through the English countryside through rain and sun and more rain, Melbourne weather really. The daffodils have been out in flower the whole time we have been here, but on our Charlotte-led excursions we are starting to see more wild flowers and the trees starting to bud.

So, having reached the village near the stones, Charlotte again failed us with parking. We found the first set of stones quite easily and went in search on foot for the others, feeling and looking like we were walking through people's back yards. We did find a circle of stones, but frankly it was disappointing, a small collection of knee high stones. However, once on the road, the Entourage looked back to see a whole field of giant standing stones just around the corner from where the short stones were found.

From there we crossed the Severn into the Wales and Charlotte again let us down being unable to pinpoint the Roman Town at Caerwent. Then, on Marcus' suggestion, we searched for, and eventually found, Caldicot Castle. Again we travel off into the side roads and back blocks to arrive at the Holly Bush pub in Dreathan.

Quote of the Day.
"No this is Harold, a local deity", Roman centurion at the baths to a Roman noblewoman who wanted to use Harold as a sacrifice.

Ready for a bath.

Just a bit too big.
The friendly centurion.

 The inside of Calidcot castle, a suitable residence for me.
No. NO! I was just joking about calling you slaves. Really!





And yes that is an Iron Maiden beer.




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