Well we made it out of London alive in our vauxhall something or other. A solid automobile (thanks jay). It is quite good at buffing curbs with its tires.
We reached bath and after a little grunt work managed to find a hostel to stay in right in the centre of town. We are staying in an 8 person dorm room. 2 people that do the old dueling banjos with the snoring! We went to a couple of pubs and on the way to one I ran into my bank teller from my td Canada trust branch downtown guelph! I was wondering how long it would take to run into someone I knew... 48 hours apparently. We spent the next morning in cheddar yes the place where the cheese originated. It is actually a beautifully isolated spot where we toured the cheese making establishment and sampled some product of course. We had the only cheddar made in cheddar! Yes we are losers. Meg was upset because we couldn't find her a big ass cheese hat. We drove back to bath avoiding the soay sheep which are everywhere around there and buffed a few more curbs with the car. I thought Meg was going to crap her pants a few times but I was actually just keeping my navigator on her toes.
We had some Cornish pastie for lunch. It tasted just like a samosa in English pastry. We toured around bath then spent 3 hours on the internet booking almost all of our accommodations for the UK. We ended the day in a pub with a job well done beer or two. The next day we went to stonehenge and Glastonbury! We arrived at stonehenge (which is right on the highway and you could drive right into it practically) in the morning just ahead of buses carrying half of Germany I think. It is pretty intimidating looking and they give you an audio walking tour handheld that does a great job of explaining all about it. We then drove about an hour to Glastonbury. A place where hippies go to die. I think we say more jerga's (those woven hippie ponchos) there than in a lifetime elsewhere. We strolled through the town filled with mystical shops vw vans and smelt of incense. We particularly enjoyed the hemp shop on 'high' street.
We climbed the tor meaning hill. At 581 feet it had incredible views of three different counties and the town at its base. (see pics). At the base of the tor is the chalice well. A place where legend has it that Joseph of arimathea deposited the contents of the chalice from the last supper which caused the springs to run red. Which it turns out is actually rust from the pipes. People drink the water for its mythical and healing properties but it tastes more like copper. The gardens that house the well are beautiful and peaceful with many hippies strewn about. That is it for Bath and region. Tomorrow we are off to Cardiff Wales for a night before we go to the cotswolds!
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