Why was there a North American Indian playing operatic tunes on the pan pipes in a historically Roman town in the UK? But this busker was truly special: And here’s the most expensive icecream (no wonder there was only one customer gullible enough to succumb): A lovely bookshop sign: The weirdest hotel advertising. Do theyContinue reading “Odd things in Bath”
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Still shaving!
Roman women in Bath shaved their legs, had regular massages, and worked out at the gym. So we’re not all that differant from the folk of 70ad. Technology and fashion may have changed, but the desire to reshape ourselves….? Their gym included weight lifting, wrestling, and medicine ball passing. Men and women had their ownContinue reading “Still shaving!”
Worth saving!
Arriving in Tenby could make you wonder if you should have stayed on the train! Especially after talking to three golfers who were heading to Tenby’s golf course because it is the oldest course in Wales, was refurbished at a cost of two million pounds to be an all-weather course, and has buggies. Not oneContinue reading “Worth saving!”
Your turn!
Have you considered decorating your bed and placing it on show? Why not? Sir Rhys ap Thomas had his four poster carved and sited so all could see his wealth c1520. Something that was right to have on show, though you’d be hoping not to have need of it, was the horse-drawn hearse from Berriew,Continue reading “Your turn!”
Three women.
So many opportunities for seaside villages in Wales, but when you have to pick one? Tenby has a certain ring to it, don’t you think? Cardiff to Tenby, three hours, three trains. Hope this is worth it. The steel works at Port Talbot aren’t very inspiring. Coming into Swansea, a spider on steroids creeps towardsContinue reading “Three women.”
The woman at breakfast.
The woman had sat at her breakfast table for over half an hour, staring into nowhere. Her cold cup of tea occasionally made it’s way to her lips, but there was no sign she’d noticed. Of slight build, she appeared to be less than five feet tall, topped with a well-groomed mane of golden-brown shoulder-lengthContinue reading “The woman at breakfast.”
Sea shanties and Pink Floyd.
Worcester: In a dark street, central city, a small venue offering a stage, bar, and dance floor. The Marrs Bar is cosy, with couches lining one wall, and bar stools at tall round tables along another. The sound and lighting man does a great job, supporting whichever act is playing. I was in an unfamiliarContinue reading “Sea shanties and Pink Floyd.”
Treasure, or tat?
Those old porcelain pieces you’ve kept just because they were handed down, and guilt prevents you chucking them out… have a look at their bottoms. No, not for dust, but at the makers mark. If any say Wignoria, then you’ve got a Worcester piece from c1750. It might be worth a few bob too. AndContinue reading “Treasure, or tat?”
Good men, and bad
In the calm of Sunday morning Worcester, two walkers came across an older man crumpled up against a low wall. How easy it would have been to assume just another drunk, or worse. But these Samaritans checked the man was okay. He wasn’t; even pacemakers can go offshore sometimes. The ambulance siren shattered the earlyContinue reading “Good men, and bad”
With two hours to kill…
With two hours to kill before being able to check-in to the accommodation, and a suitcase in tow, there’s only really two choices; find a Costa Cafe (they have free wifi), or visit the museum. Worcester Museum has basically four sections, plus a kids work area, cafe, and the obligatory gift shop. The first sectionContinue reading “With two hours to kill…”
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