Bath is a congested little city with little sign of the local authorities getting a grip.
Apparently there is a park-and-ride, but it’s not signed on the way in, so Bath relies on high parking fees to keep the poorer people out.
But it wasn’t the parking fees that wound me up today. It was the reliance on these antique pay-and-display machines to collect £12 in coins. They were fine in the days when you could park all day for 50p, but now we need machines that take notes and credit cards.
The local leisure centre gives change, although staff are rude. Hang around a car park for a few minutes and you’ll recieve no end of requests for change and offers of parking tickets with time to run.
Allow at least half an hour to sort yourself out.
Uploaded by mobile phone to Stephen Newton’s diary of sorts