No afternoon is complete without an afternoon tea.
Howard, between cuppas.
Vicky and an afternoon tea.
Taking in the view from our room.
The Bird, Bath.
Bet some thought went in to that one.
Bath, not short of fine architecture.
Quite a lot of it standing around here and there.
A front door.
A street with many front doors.
One can't help but feel that these two people are still
getting to grips with the whole taking-a-selfie-on-a-'phone malarky.
There's a lot of tourists in Bath.
Here's another one.
The Abbey.
Vicky and The Abbey.
We're not going in, we've seen it before.
A busker playing the fiddle whilst balancing on a tightrope.
Hmmmm, trying a bit too hard perhaps, or are we being harsh?
David, go and stand by one of those pillars.
OK Vic.
Stand just behind that pillar-thingy Vic.
OK Dave.
Finishing our afternoon with a spot of dinner at a Mediterranean Restaurant.
Lamb shank with rice and vegetables washed down with a pineapple juice for David.
Chicken shish with rice and salad washed down with a coke for Victoria.
Very very nice.
Back at the hotel which is looking a lot like Christmas.
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