Greetings from Bath. It's 10.26pm GMT Thursday 16 April 2009 and I'm buggered. Tess is so tired she has fallen asleep but I feel such a sense of duty towards my loyal reader that I will type up a few notes on a busy 48 hours. SQ 222 - a shiny new A380 - departed Sydney's awful MacAirport on time and I was feeling pretty good when we began our transit in Singapore.
By 1.30 am our time, however, the gloss of international air travel was again beginning to fade. We had been given great emergency exit, no one in front of us seats on the top deck of the plane (mostly First and Business class seats) out of Sydney and while we had similar seats to London, we did have two people in front of us. Individual screens can be good but no 8 inches from your face and NOT when the idiot in front keeps theirs on all night!
Needless to say, after 13 long hours we arrived at Heathrow (5.50am GMT) much the worse for wear.
However, nothing actually went wrong and Hertz upgraded us to a Merc for the month! See below I hope.
The Church here will be named eventually and was our first random venture off the A40 to Bath road.

We stumbled upon narrow boats at Newbury and walked along the towpath to an old lock, wandered around the market town of Marlborough a little further along the road and finally arrived at our Bath House. Finally a shower, shave and nap after almost 48 hours without horizontal sleep. Not for long, however, as daughter had to be collected from her Belfast to Bristol flight.


With some time to waste before Emma's arrival, we enjoyed a sociable meal at a typical local pub nearby (Tess will fill in the gaps in my memory when she wakens) and then took a dark and twist B road back to Bath, passing some very touristy (picturesque) villages which we must visit with more light.
And so to bed.