Bath - Bournmouth
17.10.2007 19 °C
Woke early to pursue Bath as early as possible. Really enjoyed the tour of the Roman Baths. Bath was orginally called Salis Minerva so the Goddess Minirva was goddess of wisdom, medicine, the arts, dyeing, science and trade, but also of war. As Minerva Medica she is the patroness of physicians. Hence the healing powers of Bath have been sold throughout the ages as a cure all. This is the most amazing find in the whole Bath digs to date. It was found just last year when they were digging up a road to redo some sewerage pipes! The condition its in is amazing.
When the monks moved in in the middle ages, they used to take the sick and invalid town into the smaller pool.
You can see the high water mark. The water used to be a rusty brown colour when the roof was on the building, but due to the temperature the water sits at, and being exposed to the sun as it now is (originally it was housed under a huge roof). Out of the photo are the little cubicals that are surrounding this pool. The monks sat the invalid in these cubicals up to their necks for hours on end to help cure them of their ailments.
In the georgian era, doctors used to pescribe up to 5 gallons a day be drunk of the water. I did have a glass up in the pump room after the tour. It was warm of course, and tasted hugely of minerals and metals contained in it.
The main pool is still lined with the original lead lining that the Romans installed when they built the place! Can you believe it!
Bath is a really pretty georgian town. Full of great shops, cafes, gorgeous buildings and of course the great spas! unfortunately as time was running out I wasnt able to indulge in a spa - such a shame!
From Bath we sped on to Bournmouth. Finding some interesting little towns along the way falled Fontmell Magna where we found a cute little village of thatched roofed cottages...
and Twerne Minister where there was a really posh private school. The girls school uniforms actually consisted of a floor length skirt! Yeiks! I thought my school uniforms were bad! :-) I also took a fab picture of a butchers shop, which was also part of a cute house. It had a huge window in it the front and a huge picture of a pigs head on the sign out the front. No name just a pig!
Arriving in Poole couldn't find anywhere decent to stay to carried on to Bournmouth. Steve found what looked like a quiet street to park in and sleep but it turned out to be as wide as one car mirror to the other, so we had to drive the entire 10km lenght of it and find somewhere discrete to stop and park.