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cosmolinguistOf course now that they've gone to bed for the last time in my house, I'm feeling very fond of my parents and very protective and magnanimous on the subject of them.
It probably helps that we had such a nice day today. We took them to Buxton because my dad wanted to go to Bath having seen a picture of it in his guide book to England, and when I explained how far away Bath was and how much traveling around the UK they'd already be doing, what with a weekend near Crewe and three days in London, Dad agreed that Buxton sounded like a good idea.
And it really was! I've never been to Bath, but if it doesn't have an amazing cave you can wander around and touch stalagmites and get dripped on by the same water that makes the cave, and if it doesn't have a bus tour done on an old milk float converted to look like a tram whose muttonchopped smartly-waistcoated bowler-hatted driver just parks up every so often and turns around to chat about architecture or Mary Queen of Scots leaving messages on a window with a diamond stylus, or hopping off the bus to show us a dome bigger than the one on St. Paul's Cathedral or a perfect, beautiful but tiny church...then I'm sure we made the right choice.
It was a beautiful day too (unless you're Andrew, for whom it was Too Hot, except when we were in the 7degC/44degF cave with water constantly dripping down on us, which delighted him), so we had lovely weather for roaming the Pavilion Gardens and getting a bit lost on the way back from Poole's Cavern. We went around lots of charity shops and had hot drinks and chocolate at what I'm told is an amazing chocolatier's (though I scandalized my parents by not being interested in eating any of the chocolate).
I surprised myself by genuinely enjoying it, which I really hadn't expected to.
It probably helps that we had such a nice day today. We took them to Buxton because my dad wanted to go to Bath having seen a picture of it in his guide book to England, and when I explained how far away Bath was and how much traveling around the UK they'd already be doing, what with a weekend near Crewe and three days in London, Dad agreed that Buxton sounded like a good idea.
And it really was! I've never been to Bath, but if it doesn't have an amazing cave you can wander around and touch stalagmites and get dripped on by the same water that makes the cave, and if it doesn't have a bus tour done on an old milk float converted to look like a tram whose muttonchopped smartly-waistcoated bowler-hatted driver just parks up every so often and turns around to chat about architecture or Mary Queen of Scots leaving messages on a window with a diamond stylus, or hopping off the bus to show us a dome bigger than the one on St. Paul's Cathedral or a perfect, beautiful but tiny church...then I'm sure we made the right choice.
It was a beautiful day too (unless you're Andrew, for whom it was Too Hot, except when we were in the 7degC/44degF cave with water constantly dripping down on us, which delighted him), so we had lovely weather for roaming the Pavilion Gardens and getting a bit lost on the way back from Poole's Cavern. We went around lots of charity shops and had hot drinks and chocolate at what I'm told is an amazing chocolatier's (though I scandalized my parents by not being interested in eating any of the chocolate).
I surprised myself by genuinely enjoying it, which I really hadn't expected to.
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Date: 2014-05-17 11:58 pm (UTC)Just outside town: Wookey Hole Caves. Complete with Witch stalagmite and caves set aside too mature Cheddar in (what with it being part of Cheddar Gorge).
If you do ever go to Bath, and it's not just a daytrip, you try to get to the gorge and to the hole, just because.
Not been to Buxton, does sound like the sort of place I'd like.
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Date: 2014-05-20 04:33 pm (UTC)