I'm staying at the delightful Tasburgh House guesthouse, which overlooks the city from its high vantage point. I have had a shower and a change of clothes after the dreadfully bumpy flight back from Warsaw, and I am feeling very much more human thank you very much. The hostess is charming, and has already brought me tea and cake, whilst I sit here in the conservatory writing this blog post. Gentle saxaphone jazz is playing in the background (Stan Getz if I'm not mistaken), there are potted plants all around and I have excellent wireless connection - what more could a boy need? (Above, complete with cake and tea, is a picture of my well travelled laptop in situ, - it has already been to Portugal and Poland in the last ten days - are there any other countries beginning with 'Po'?)
Tasburgh House is certainly the place to chill out. There are stunning views all around. In a nice touch, the rooms are all named after British authors. I am staying in the room named after Eliot (George Eliot who was a girl of course...) and each room has a teddy bear who represents that author. You should see Charles Dickens (and Lord Tennyson is to die for) ... More from Bath tomorrow when I have presented my workshop and seen around the university...
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