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We all know I only have two speeds – stop and go. So if I get off the lounge or go to a bar it’s unlikely it will be a short walk or just one drink.
I arrived in London this week, ready to reprise my role as #1 Frisbee Fan. There is a tournament on the weekend. Meanwhile I had four days to fill.
I went straight to a bar of course. I did not have only one drink.
I woke up fresh as a daisy at 6am in Paddington on Wednesday. I thought I might as well go for a quick walk around London before travelling out to Bath, to ‘take the waters.’
Three hours later…
I went past Chuck’s place. Everything seemed in order. All the gardens were still there. And the roses. The English really do grow a nice rose.
Due to the not-short walk, it was time to head to Bath upon my return to the hotel. The trip from London to Bath is 180km (110 miles) or a 2.45 hour drive. The train takes less than an hour and a half. Come on Australia. Hurry up and build the High Speed Rail.
The point of my trip to Bath was twofold. Fill in time before the tournament and sit-swim in a scenic location. Bath is well known as a Spa Town. The station is even called Bath Spa. I booked into The Gainsborough Bath Spa because the hotel has access to the hot springs that run under the city. The free access to the Spa was early and late: 8-10am and 7-9pm.
So I had some time to fill in. What about another quick walk?
In the spirit of my life motto: “it seemed like a good idea at the time,” I decided to walk something called the Bath Skyline. The internet said it was only 4.8km long.
First thing – it was straight up a million flights of stairs.
Also how do they build these canals on hills?
So after half an hour of walking, I reached Point of Interest 1. Apparently there were 11 Points of Interest. Bob would not have stopped at any of them.
I’m surprised I found any of them either, with tiny stickers the size of a postage stamp the only directions given.
Somewhere between Points 3 and 4, things started to get dicey. It had rained all day, prior to my walk. Suddenly I was alone in a forest, with a path made entirely of mud. Very slippery mud. I was imagining the children, telling me to be careful. Little MissHap does like to fall over. I was walking so slowly my apple watch asked me if the hike was over.
Well it was, very shortly thereafter. When I slipped on the mud and landed flat on my arse.
I kept going for a few metres then nearly had another stack. Time to abandon ship. Sure enough I fell over again in the same spot on the way back.
Back at the hotel, I got in the shower with my muddy clothes on then drank wine until it was Spa Time.
Short walk my (sore) arse.
