I FINALLY get to write about our summer vacation. We went to Bath (by car), and we stayed in two different hotels on the way and in Bath (well, Batheaston), we stayed in a lovely cottage. It was the first vacation with family members missing (my two now adult sisters). Well, I love long trips, I love reading in the car, listening to music, falling asleep and just relaxing the whole time. And it’s sometimes even beautiful to drive around. Every time I’ve been to England (like four times now) it has been sunny most of the time. Rainy England? I don’t know it. England’s weather presents itself rather goodly when I visit.
Uhm, now, how should I continue? There is a lot about that week I won’t publish – it would be simply too much! I tried to choose the best photographs … Well, our cottage. I loved it, especially the big window in the living room. And I loved the breakfasts. I really did. Somehow, when I think of that vacation, I smell coffee and bread with jam. Or the brilliant black tea. My goodness. They HAVE to export that to Germany. Well, you may know or not, that in the Romans were having their Roman Baths in Bath( Haha, this sounds so stupid), because there are England’s only hot springs. Of course we visited it – it’s the reason Bath is so popular and the reason for all the tourists – but we didn’t visit it in the afternoon (we would have had to wait hours) but in the evening. Only few visitors were there and the lights went on and it was amazing. My dad and I even joked around with the sign… Don’t mind the bad quality, like I said it was getting late and less light means less quality. We walked around after that visit and passed by the cathedral. In reality, one was not able to see the colors of the lights. But as I took a photo, I was surprised. On one morning (the night had been terrible, I hardly slept because of no reason I couldn’t fall asleep) I sneaked out and walked up the hill (5am) and I took pictures as the sun came up. Unfortunately the trees were in the way, but the clouds went pink anyway.And one day we went to Castle Combe. That is such a cute village, so old and charming and everything, with a little church, a place to shop cake, a café… Lovely.Last but not least: The cathedral. When we entered, there was this creepy organ music, if it’s worth to be called music at all. Must have been some so called ‘modern’ stuff’, but honestly, to me it sounded like a mad person rolling the head over the keys. But as it stopped, we began to enjoy our visit.I’m glad I finally found some time to publish this!