Visiting The Baths, In Bath, As Recounted By Someone In A Bath

There was a bottle of prosecco in the fridge, next to the milk. There’s a bath. I’m in Bath. I’ve visited the historic Roman baths in Bath. Where else could I possibly post from?

I took no pictures of my bath¹.

You’re welcome.


I enjoyed the Roman Bath … tour? Walkabout?

It’s set up to vaguely guide you through the site, and they give you a little audio tour thing to listen to, where you punch in the track number from an interpretation panel and it plays the next bit. On a whim, I took some cheap-ass wired earbuds from the Stonehenge tour, which turned out to be a great move, as it meant I didn’t have to hold the audio device to one ear all the time.

All up, I spent a smidge under 3 hours wandering around; Time well spent.

¹ In the proper luxurious style, not only did I have the bubbling wine, I also had fancy chocolates and a volume of classic literature. By which I mean a packet of peanut m&ms and a Murderbot story on my e-reader.