|Kew Gardens (= heaven)|
On Tuesday we visited Bath, takingthe train there through countryside thinly veiled by frost. This is just what I dreamed of as a young girl brought up on things like "Wind in the Willows": the rolling fields loosely divided by hedges; the distant hill with one lone tree left to stand atop it like a sentinel; the tiny sudden clusters of brick houses and centuries-old churches to watch over them. Bath itself was lovely -- not the amusement park-y tourist trap that I expected, but a regal, rambling old town. The Roman baths reminded me that people have been dwelling in these streets much, much longer than my country has even existed! No Captain Wentworth sightings to report, sadly, but we still had a great day.
|Alice's gate & the Cheshire Cat's tree - Photo by Betsy Walker|
|Me & Bets|