Friday afternoon and we’re pinned down by a shower in Bath. Oh the irony. The challenge is to get into No.1 Royal Crescent, but first there’s a pay-and-display machine to be fed.
Worse Katharine just had a pedicure at the oasis of calm that is the Royal Crescent Hotel. Restricted to flip-flops (footwear we reckon should only be seen on the beach or at the poolside) until dry she dare not move.
But flash forward to today and after a grey start, it’s been all a summer should be.
Uploaded by mobile phone to Stephen Newton’s diary of sorts