Bath, crappy Blogger, Salisbury.

I wrote a lovely post for you all on Saturday and attempted to publish it BEFORE the Blogger maintenence down time, but Blogger ate my post.

I cannot post the same lovliness again as I've only 23 minutes left in my half hour session on the library computer. There is no internet cafe or other public internet access in Salisbury. To be fair the B&B will let me check e-mail on their computer, so I shall use this time for y'all.

Bath was wonderful. Intermittent sunshine, just enough. A beautiful town. I find it interesting that there is almost nothing left of the pre-18th century town because it was all torn down so that they could build up the city into the classical, Georgian image that would bring in the wealthy for the winter season. I don't think folks would mind our American "progress" so much if we built lovely classical things instead of horrific glass and steel boxes.

At any rate, it is a town of hills and tourists and it was a pleasure to visit. I spent so long - 4 nights - there because I missed my train to Penzance.

I caught a 7am taxi to the ferry port. The ferry left at 9am and it was called the Mont-St. Michel. I will never cross the Channel by ferry again. The weather was sunshine beautiful, but the wind was fierce and the captain wouldn't let people go out onto the decks. I sat in my comfy, stable chair by the window for a few hours and then I had to pee. For some reason the restrooms feel as if they are in a ricket raft and not in the middle of a 9 deck ferry. It was all I could do to get my pants down before I was tossed into the wall. Needlesss to say, after my adventure in the toilets, I went back to my comfy, previously stable chair by the window and waited for the neausea to pass. It did, but then I had to pee again (damn that cup of tea before boarding).

When we arrived in Portsmouth I was so happy the rocking had stopped that I didn't mind that we, the foot passengers, couldn't disembark for the wind made use of the gangplank unsafe. So, we waited for the cars and lorries (love that word) to disembark and then we were herded to the waiting bus. Over an hour late and I missed my trains to Penzance. Where to? Bath.

The first B&B I tried was full, thank goodness for the second was fabulous. The Elgin Villa. Lovely room, lovely owner/manager, fantastic location. It makes me sad that I don't live in England because it makes a quick weekend trip to Bath impossible.

So. I left Bath this morning and am now in Salisbury. There is a Tesco (supermarket) open until midnight, but no public internet aside from the library. Odd, I think. So. I'm going to a concert in the Cathedral this evening. Faure's Requiem. I am all a twitter.