Sons of Loki

On Wednesday, commenced Great Western Adventure by hitching lift with fellow Norfolk buddy James to Bath, where (after navigating the awful traffic – Bath’s lovely but only once you’ve actually got in and got parked) we met up with Georgie, Camilla, Connie and Miles for a mini West Country Japanese/Chinese get-together. Bath is a bit touristy and a bit expensive, but actually rather nice.

Down by the abbey (which we didn’t pay to go in after we realised that it would just be like a church and we had seen churches before) these pagan wire statue thingies were awesome in a totally wrong Cthulhuesque way:

Lunch on the cheap at a Thai restaurant, then them Bath bits you seen on TV and stuff:

Miles went to see his auntie who lives in the area for the last time before he goes to Japan (a prudent reminder that we are all of us going to be gone very soon) while the rest of us sat in the park reading Proust and the Financial Times went on the swings and spun round on the spinny thing and buyed some ice cream. Then Georgie treated us (although we had to pay for it) to the world famous(?) Sally Lunn’s Bun(n)s, which we ate in a pigeon-infested park with clotted cream and jam.

The buns were indeed delicious.

Also I discovered by accident that zooming in and setting a big aperture gives instant arty DOF effects.

To another park, where a young gentlemen who tried to sell us illegal pharmaceuticals was later seen helping a number of police officers with their enquiries, and then off to Bath’s train station, whereupon I caught a train to the Welsh capital of Cardiff and met my brother for the FIRST TIME IN MANY YEARS. Went back to his and Bridget’s small-but-nice house in Splott and slept.