Yesterday, I went on a little trip to Bath. Despite living nearby, I have only been to Bath a few times since moving to Bristol. I think one of the reasons is because its a very touristy city, and reminds me of the things I dislike about Chester far too much!I didn’t really take many pictures, but here are a few from our little walk around the canal.
Pulteney Bridge
The main reason I went over to Bath was to see my friends. We visited the Tea House Emporium on New Bond Street in Bath – Julian and Ally are regulars there it seems and knew exactly what they wanted to order. Andy and I are major tea drinkers, but we’re more likely to have PG Tips than some Pu-Erh.
Heres Julian and Andy in the basement of the tea place. The timer had gone off for the green teapot – they give you a timer for each teapot to make sure that each pot is brewed for just the right amount of time.
(Oh, and the title of the post refers to how the locals say the city name. Its not Barth, its Baf. Honestly.)
Haha, I say Barth. And Grarse. And Glarse. And Laurgh.
Yea, I was picked on at school. “Zoe talks POSH!”
Ooooh, nooooo! One of the big arguements I have in work is the pronunciation of Mall. I say Mall (rhyming with hall), but down here, they say Mall (rhyming with pal). It drives me crazy!
Only posh locals and immigrants from South/South-east England (of which I am one) say “Barth”. Proper locals (of which I am not one) say “Baaaath” (think zummerzet, zoider and tratters).