Twerton

We woke to another shitty cold morning. It blew a gale all night and I did wonder whether we would be travelling anywhere today. However the wind died down a bit and we were off for another adventure. Gaye was feeling quite a bit better. Me, not so much. I had done my research and selected a Park n Ride station to the south of Bath as our destination to then catch a bus into Bath but on arrival there was, for no reason that anyone could explain, a height restriction barrier into the carpark. We parked in an area for buses which I had seen on Google Earth had motorhomes in it but one of the bus drivers was a bit difficult and said we would be fined despite there plenty of parks. Discretion being the better part of valour we decided to move on to a Park n Ride on the north of Bath which appeared to not have a height restriction. Off we went and within a mile I saw a sign saying we would be entering a congestion tax zone. We knew that in London that meant something like a charge of 200 plus pounds a day for taking a diesel motorhome into the zone so we baled out into a Sainsburys carpark to regroup, recover and reset.
We then decided on a plan that would take us around Bath and out to the North but it was already 3pm and our plan to bus into Bath for a walk around the sites was a bit behind time, although it had by now stopped raining! We headed off towards Bristol in heavy traffic and just as we came down a hill to a busy roundabout I saw on the left The Globe pub which was one of my possible sites for the night. They have a very large carpark at the rear of the pub and motorhomes can stay free for 1 night. Needless to say we roared right in and took up station at the rear of the carpark. We then went in and made ourselves known and ordered drinks. We had dinner in the pub and retired for a good night's rest. The pub was great. The main floor was on about 10 different levels with different floor coverings depending on the time of the renovation for that area. The ceilings were low and supported by twisted old oak posts and tortured beams. You don't know how much you have had to drink as you cannot walk without at least a slight stagger up and down all the different levels.Read more