Meanwhile, here are the goings-on for this week: After another difficult week at work, I managed to escape Cambridge for the weekend (it's a coping mechanism, really...), this time with some friends from my Bible study group. We made for the western city of Bath, where we were fortunate to stay in the lovely home of Ruth's family. She took us hiking through the hills, and we laughed over games in the garden, and had a great barbecue, the Englishness of which provoked great laughter from Matthew, our resident Australian! We also explored the Roman baths, after which the city is named, and were duly impressed. All in all, the sunshine and camaraderie of the weekend were more than sufficient to wipe away the woes of the week. (How's that for alliteration?) Here are a few photos - enjoy!
Here's a castle we passed on our tramp through the woods:
The very English barbecue... note the small size of the disposable grill (the weather's only good enough to do this a couple of times each year!) and the smile on the face of the Australian (who knows what a real barbecue is like!).
And two from the Roman baths: the water was a bit too green for my swimming preferences... but the heat from the natural spring was indeed impressive, even without getting in! I was glad to go with Matthew, a Roman scholar, who appreciated the experience more knowledgeably than I... and we were happy to chance to meet a Legionnaire, who enthusiastically related the story of a 'recent' rebellion of Iceni that they quashed in the Eastern province. He chalked it up to the superior discipline of the Roman troops, giving them an advantage over the barbarians.
I was going to agree that the barbeque seems especially British, particularly that sitting cross-legged on the grass with a bottle of port (or whatever that is) has a very English feel (I think the Americans would be sitting in an ugly chaise lounge trying to balance a wimpy paper plate full of food and a plastic cup of Pepsi).
ReplyDeleteBut then I looked at the proceeding pictures, and though, as an American, I think you like fine, cute even, I’m afraid that the jeans and running shoes are a dead giveaway to your country of origin, or so I’ve heard. Am I right, or has American culture so succeeded in its imperialism that even the British now bow to American style?
HI Annie- What fun pictures....I loved the "barbecue" shot. Then again, what must mirth the English must feel at what I call a scone. =)
ReplyDeleteI hope this week at work is more managable for you....Keep smiling!!!
Bath! Bath! Do tell me what I should see. I'm so excited to go there. It's actually my #1 want-to-see in England. (Other than you, of course!)
ReplyDeletethanks for including me! i like your profile pic...
ReplyDeleteActually, Hunter really did pull a muscle in his head. I just wrote about it.Bummer you didn't get to do all those touristy things. I'm looking forward to so much!
ReplyDeleteYou really have left all your playful cleverness back on the good continent! Monks=celibate, so no women! I'm SINGLE now, you nutter. Argh explaining things to my little sis leaves me knackered.
ReplyDeleteI think I'm going to have to delete that last comment. Too much Frenchness.
ReplyDeleteStop it. Of course not--but When In Rome...
ReplyDeletelike your pix! hee hee miss your witty bro yet!?