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Mark in front of Bath’s Royal Crescent, built of Bath Stone in the late 18th century and considered among the best Georgian architecture in the country

We loved Bath, the only city in England that is a World Heritage Site in its entirety. Founded by the Romans in the first century AD at the site of natural hot springs, the town grew as the Romans built a temple and then an increasingly complex bathing complex over the next 300 years. When the Western Roman Empire collapsed in the fifth century, though, the bath complex fell into disrepair and eventually disappeared entirely under rising water and silt.

The town continued to limp along and by the late 7th century first a convent and then a monastery was founded there. In 973 (so nearly 100 years before William the Conqueror) Edgar was crowned as the first King of the English in the monastery; there had been local kings before that but he was the first to claim jurisdiction over all of England. Thus during her long reign Elizabeth II came to Bath to celebrate 1,000 years of English royalty.

Stained glass representation of Edgar being crowned King of All England in the Bath Abby

And time went on. In the 12th century the abbey was rebuilt and significantly enlarged, and then plans were underway for yet another major refurbishment in the 16th century when – whoops! – Henry VIII took over the Church of England, declared his independence from the Pope, closed monasteries like the one in Bath, and took their wealth. The Abbey was left to rot.

Eventually, in no small part to the help of Elizabeth I, the Abbey was resurrected and refit in much the form it stands today. It is still known as an Abbey, though technically abbeys are the home of monks or nuns, none of which are to be found there today.

The Abbey is particularly known for the fan vaulting seen here

Bath really began to flourish in the 18th and 19th century as the supposed health benefits of the hot springs brought large numbers of tourists to the town. The local postmaster, Ralph Allen, was so good at his job that he became postmaster for areas all the way up to the Scottish border and into Wales. With the wealth from that position he started buying up quarries where Bath Stone had a distinctive honey color. That stone gives much of Bath an amazing beauty today.

At the same time the old Roman baths, which had silted and covered up for over a millennium, were rediscovered and, over many decades, excavated. Today there is a great museum at the site of the old baths with really good explanations of what used to be there and displays to help you translate the ruins of today into the glory of nearly 2,000 years ago.

Ruins of the old Roman baths

So there was a lot to enjoy about Bath – great history, beautiful architecture, really good food. And great weather. We continue to be extraordinarily lucky weather-wise: no rain to speak of, no great heat or humidity, just pleasant temperatures all the time.

Oh, and one other way we’re lucky. We took the train from Cardiff to Bath, but figured we would have to get a car again for the next few legs of our journey. Instead we figured out how to get most of the way to our next stop by train and then found a car service to take us the rest of the way. It seems as though that’s going to work for the rest of the trip so … no more driving. Yay!

The Pulteney Bridge spanning the River Avon is one of only four in the world remaining with shops on both sides spanning the entire length of the bridge. I was confused the first day or so we were in Bath because I knew we crossed the river to get to our hotel from the city center but I never saw the river….

More of the Abbey

And odd feature of the Abbey are the angels climbing to heaven on Jacob’s Ladder

A small section of The Circus, what we would call a residential circle. The four sections of the circle, separated by incoming streets, are all this same beautiful Georgian architecture from the late 18th century. What really made it spectacular though were the enormous trees in the center of the circle.

The head of Sulis Minerva, the goddess worshipped by Romans at the baths

Part of the 2,000-year-old plumbing to maintain water levels in the baths

One of my favorite parts of Bath was the Kennet and Avon Canal with its tow path perfect for walking, running, and biking

These narrow boats were lined up for miles along the canal with odd people living and vacationing on the canal. Some of them looked relatively nice but some were really trashy.

Mark and I did a big loop hike one day up above Bath, parts on forested trails like this…

And parts with big open fields like this

And some great views above Bath

Here I am early in the hike at Sham Castle, so called because it is in fact a sham, just the facade of a castle built for ornamentation

Wildlife on the hike

Just a beautiful country estate

I took a big walk one day up to Prior Park, once the home of Ralph Allen, the postmaster who got really rich. That’s his home way at the top of the hill with great views of Bath. More importantly from his perspective was that all of Bath could see his property built of Bath Stone which he was eager to sell.

Allen’s Palladian Bridge, designed by the Italian architect Andrea Palladio, is one of only four in the world (three in England and one in St. Petersburg, if you were wondering…)

The view of Bath from Allen’s mansion

Lamb at La Terra, a beautiful Italian restaurant in Bath

And then there was our final dinner at The Herd, a well-reviewed steak house. We got there and the restaurant was two floors below the entrance level, but because of the hills of Bath it was at street level down there too. The problem was that the dining room was small with walls of old stone, and there was a group of 10 or 12 thirty-somethings who were incredibly loud. We asked if there was a table outside and they accommodated us … on this weird street with industrial fans blowing on us at an entrance to a tunnel that may in fact have led to the Gates of Hell. We didn’t investigate, but we had a pleasant and quiet meal there.

The keep at the center of Cardiff Castle, completed around 1135

Our last stop in Wales was the Welsh capital of Cardiff. For what it’s worth, Wales never actually had a capital until 1955, when the UK government formally designated Cardiff, its largest city, as such. Other cities vied for influence and primacy over the centuries, but none ever officially had the distinction.

Wine from Chateau du Seuil in Bordeaux, owned since 1988 by a Welsh couple. Our server was proud to point out the Welsh dragon at the top of the label.

And even after 1955 it would take another 44 years until Cardiff actually functioned like a capital city. Only in 1999 would a Welsh parliament be seated in a newly built parliament building in Cardiff Bay.

Our short stop here gave us a bit of time to refuel — getting some laundry done and running other errands. But we also squeezed in a couple sights, including a visit and a tour of Cardiff Castle. We also took a water taxi down the river Taff to Cardiff Bay, where 2,700 acres of derelict docklands have been turned into one of Europe’s biggest waterfront development projects.

Many things in Cardiff have “Bute” in their names because of the over-sized role in the city’s development of the Marquesses of Bute, a noble family from Scotland. In the early 19th century John Crichton-Stuart, the 2rd Marquess of Bute, built the Cardiff dockyards and invested massively in the local coal and iron industries.

When he died at age 54, his 6-month old son became the 3rd Marquess, the owner of Cardiff Castle, and the richest person in the world. He turned part of the castle into a Victorian Gothic revival mansion. We enjoyed a great tour of the house, absolutely filled with personal references and all sorts of quirkiness.

We began our Cardiff visit by returning our rental car at the airport, where we were ever so happy to catch a train into the city

The portion of the castle turned into a lavish Victorian mansion

The reception room in the mansion

A smoking room in the castle, jam-packed with references to “time” in a pretty cool way

Jim arrives at the top of the castle keep

The view of two palaces — the erstwhile home of the Marquess of Bute and the current home of the Wales Rugby Union

Bucolic paths in Bute Park

Modern repairs after extensive bombing in World War II leave Cardiff’s Llandaff Cathedral with a controversial mix of old and new

The cemetery behind the cathedral

Welsh flags adorn the city center

Taking a spin on the Ferris wheel at Cardiff Bay. The clock tower, known as Little Ben is part of the 1897 headquarters of the Bute Dock Company. To the right is the 1999 Welsh Parliament.

Spinning above Cardiff Bay

Old and new

Animals keep an eye on you from just inside the outer walls of Bute Park

The 12th century Cathedral of St. David, almost as big as the whole city!

A little stop in a cute little city. As Mark observed, with a population under 2,000 St. David’s is the smallest city in the UK. So why is it classified as a city if it’s so small? Back in the 6th century a local boy made good – later St. David, patron saint of Wales – became bishop of the diocese and moved his residence to his home town, then known as Meneva (or some Welsh variation of that spelling). As the English state developed, any seat of a bishop was automatically a city, so St. David’s, as the town became known, was a city. In the Victorian era the British government stripped St. David’s of the municipal designation but in the 1980s Queen Elizabeth gave it back to them and even came here to present some documentation herself.

With all that said, it’s really a small place with not a lot going on. The current Cathedral, originally built in the 12th century, has been renovated a number of times but retains its impressive medieval feel. Our hotel was lovely, a remote offshoot of a more central hotel, maybe a 15-minute walk from town but definitely out in the country.

The entrance to our little retreat outside of St. David’s

What to do in a tiny city for two days? A little walking around, including a nice three-and-a-half-mile hike Mark figured out around a little peninsula outside of town. The starting point for the hike was a surprisingly nice beach on what’s known as St. George’s Channel between Wales and Ireland. By the time we finished the hike the weather had turned really nice – we haven’t seen sunshine like that in weeks – and the beach was pretty crowded. Imagine living in Wales and on a Sunday in August the weather turns sunny with temperatures in the mid-60s: believe me, everyone wanted to be outside.

By the end of our hike the weather had turned surprisingly nice and the water looked pretty nice. Sadly, it had never occurred to me to bring a swimsuit or towel.

For me, I would have considered going back to the hotel for my swimsuit but near the end of the hike I slammed a toe into a rock and didn’t want to do anything for a while. No damage, just painful for a day or two. So instead I sat on a lawn chair in our private back yard and read. Not a bad substitute at all!

And of course meals. One good lunch at a nice tapas place that sadly was closed the next day. Then on our second evening we had reservations at the one nice restaurant in town besides the hotel associated with our little place. We get there at the appointed hour and … it’s closed. There’s a little handwritten sign on the door that due to “unforeseen circumstances” they need to close for a couple days. On a Sunday night when other things close that could be a problem but right next to it was a nice-looking Indian place so, fine, we’ll go there. Perhaps the worst Indian food we’ve ever had, certainly the worst in a long time. Sad!

Oh well, on to Cardiff, our last stop in Wales.

Here we are on the little road to our little hotel

And Mark’s feet sitting on our patio

The interior of St. David’s Cathedral

The early part of our hike was still sweater weather

It warmed up pretty nicely though

A pretty easy trail to follow

Near the end of it all

We came across a heard of beautiful white horses on the hike. Not as cute as sheep but not nothing.