A day in the life of Bath Part *Deux – foreign accents


*a tribute to Leslie Nielsen

So, I continue my walk. I should add that everything in the day was unscripted, apart from the film. I find that if you are in ‘The Zone’ you meet the right things and the right people as if by magic.

only in Bath. Someone had dropped a jacket and it had been artistically draped round a street post
a fine imaginative roller poster.

On a corner there is gallery space that is rented out to various organizations. This week it was the turn of Creativity Works. Very clever double meaning. I love the English language. The venture works with people who could ‘use more creativity in their lives’ with emphasis on those experiencing mental health problems. Well done people.  I met the organiser, Philippa, and we chatted on about the exhibition. The quality of the work did not seem to be like that produced by disadvantaged people. Putting it another way, if you had told me the ‘client group’ I would have had difficulty in believing it. How’s that for prejudice? Herewith some examples:

work by Inga Sumann

The artist was there, a diminutive lady who was born in Austria. She has lived in Bath for six years and discovered an organisation ‘”Art for Hearts Sake” which helps build creative confidence. Check their web site.   Inga’s interest in heads evolved from her passion for sci-fi films and comics. In her imagination as a child she would give people Alien heads of assorted shapes and colours, adhered with strange and odd things. We had a lovely chat and I think I will buy one of her works.  I discussed the similarity between writing as an art form, and fine art itself. I said that people do not believe they can write because they have never tried. I say, sit in front of a computer and type a sentence and then another will follow. She said she starts her work by drawing an eye or a mouth and the rest follows.

Here are more works from the  gallery show:

I like the configuration of images, particularly the black frames. Excuse the rather poor detail.
‘Boxed’ by Elizabeth Jane Lovely
brilliant. Did they emerge from the ground. Are they robots.
Artist Lesley Oldaker,  ‘Outsider’  for sale see website.
“Burn Out” by Morwhenna Woolcock

Tomorrow Wednesday 11 October there is  morning workshop entitled ‘Story Making and Walking – making it up as you go along’. It is free of charge. I am going. Watch this space.


Everything is within a mile or so of everything else. Look out for these maps.


Back to street-level again. NB Visitors to Bath will find it difficult to get lost. There are friendly maps all over the place. The last part of the day relates to an exhibition on trees. That will have to wait.

I saw a tourist struggling with an out of date map. I always stop and help people if I possibly can. He said ‘I am trying to find a place to have a cup of tea’. He said it better than an English person but with a foreign accent. I have a confession. I ‘collect’ accents. I pride myself on having a good stab at foreign accents though eastern European accents still confuse me.  Easy accents are Australian (be careful not to upset New Zealanders), German, Polish, Irish, American, South African. This chap’s was Swiss. Their sentences have a lilt at the end which you have to listen out for. My webmaster is also Swiss so I am used to the accent. I said ‘ah you are Swiss’. He beamed and said that I was the first Brit who had correctly discerned his mother tongue.

It is even worse for my other half. Local people, or people who have not traveled far from Somerset, cannot hear her French accent whereas in London when we go there, everyone can detect it instantly. Francoise now refuses to tell people where she is from. They have to guess.


My final port of call is the BRLSI, or the Bath Royal Literary and Scientific Institution. This is a splendid centre for good quality lectures and occasions. Here there is currently an event in the downstairs lobby “The Amazing World of Trees” which is an exhibition of the work of the Bath Society of Botanical Artists. What lovely delicate work they produce.

a pomegranate

Trees have so many functions. The absorb carbon dioxide – the lungs of the planet if you will, they can reduce noise pollution almost as well as a stone wall, they are a renewable resource with many applications in everyday life, they produce useful medicines, they prevent soil erosion and can absorb and concert noxious chemicals – apart from being a habitat for wildlife. It is notable that dystopian futuristic films have landscapes without trees.

This exhibit gives me a chance to indulge my obsession with tree rings. I always count them especially in the case of freshly cut wood.

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A slice through the trunk of a one hundred year old Oak Tree

There was an interesting lecture at the Institute this evening this evening on anger  but I did not want to sit around for another 90 minutes so back to the park and ride service. Visitors to Bath should note that the parking in the city is adequate but expensive. I also find some of the car parks limited in space and if you hate reversing in confined spaces like I do you may want to use the ParkandRide

On that note, to my house, supper and to bed. (no prayers like Samuel P)

A day in the life of Bath … plus … Blade Runner 2047 disaster


Sunday 9 October 1664

(Lord’s day). Lay pretty long, but however up time enough with my wife to go to church. … and Mr. Fuller, my Cambridge acquaintance, told me he was to preach at Barking Church; and so I to heare him, and he preached well and neatly. Thence, it being time enough, to our owne church, and there staid wholly privately at the great doore to gaze upon a pretty lady, and from church dogged her home, whither she went to a house near Tower hill, and I think her to be one of the prettiest women I ever saw. So home, and at my office a while busy, then to my uncle Wight’s, whither it seems my wife went after sermon and there supped, but my aunt and uncle in a very ill humour one with another, but I made shift with much ado to keep them from scolding, and so after supper home and to bed without prayers, it being cold, and to-morrow washing day.

No holding back here then. Pepys sees a pretty women and follows her home and then goes to a relation to be a mediator between an arguing couple. A typical Sunday you might say.


OK I had a great day today but I want to get one thing off my chest before recording in chronological order. I decided to see the updated version of Blade Runner, having seen the 1982 version. I heard that Blade Runner 2049 was a recommended film so off I went to the Odeon Bath. My only concern was why had it had fallen short of expectations when it opened in USA. So was it worth the $150,0000,000 production cost?

the nearest to daylight that we got

I went to the ‘15.30’ show which means that the film started about 15.55. The trailers were all for other violent films, all of which were of no interest to me. Trailers normally consist of flashing an image on the screen for 0.5 seconds which is enough for the brain to absorb, in effect bombarding  you with concepts to bully you into the idea that it will be a ‘good’ film to see.

The whole is a dystopian USA Californian-based setting where replicants seek out other old version replicants and terminate them or retire them. The film is violent, the scenes go on for far too long, there are too many silences, the actors mumble to each other in a cool robotic way which is actually irritating,  and as the kill list increases I am wondering to myself if this is really the best that human beings can do to entertain themselves. I lasted 40 minutes hoping the film would get better but started to feel sick and depressed so left the theatre. There were about 16 other people there. If you want to know a summary of the film, here it is.
For the time I was there it was never daylight. Good set pieces though.

This lady was a prostitute and a replicant – or maybe she was not – who was sent to find out about the bladerunner. Frankly I don’t care what happened to either of them.

Now I admit that the film may have had a few twists and turns but the meaning if there was any was lost on me.  So I crept out of the theatre and reverted to what I was doing beforehand.

OK, are you sitting comfortably,  then I will begin.

My regular readers will be familiar with my affinity for Jimmy’s Restaurant which is hiding upstairs directly opposite the bus station in Bath. I spoke with the manager about improving the food. Now I have noticed an improvement, little bits here and there which all adds up to a good experience.

a new dish

I congratulated the manager on the new dish and I think he finally realizes that I really care about the place and am fulfilling my promise to give positive feedback. Strangely, he seems driven and says that ‘we will get things right little by little’. I told him that things were already right, that’s why I return time and time again, but he was beating himself up for not being perfect.  See my blog on perfectionism by typing that word in the search box.


And so, on to the delightful Parade Gardens BA2 4DF in the middle of Bath by the river and the sluice. They are having some sort of flower festival at the moment (Bath is an affluent city so they can afford such things). I will let the images speak for themselves.

Quote by Jane Austin ‘Oh Who can ever be tired of Bath’ in flowers
early British Railways period type face
a splendid display
In Memorium to Mark Parnell from his mother

I very much enjoy sudden changes of weather especially when sunshine is mixed with rain. It is impossible to capture fine rain but here it is.

fine shower

On to the City Art Museum. They are between shows. In the entrance there was a lady with a clipboard. She wanted to interview people outside the BA1 and BA2 areas which were classified as ‘visitors’. I hate surveys of all types and refused point blank. However I did chat about the activity of assembling the art works and said that people do not realise the artistry and effort of placing the works in the right places to sit together, not overwhelming but complimenting each other. After a few moments she caught someone else who was prepared to spend ‘just two minutes’. It is longer than that of course but if the interviewer said 10 minutes and more, no one would cooperate.

she was good at engaging people, though.

Upstairs, there is the most unglamorous coffee area I could  imagine. Who wants to fiddle around with coffee pods and where is the milk. Some artificial sweetener cum milk lurking in the depths of the machine no doubt. I agree that real live servers would be too expensive, but with so many coffee places yards away, is it really worth it. This is in the free part of the gallery so people can pop in and out at any time.

one side of the bag

On the stairs I met a delightful lady with a shopping bag from The Body Shop.  The owners have always had good ethics and I admire them printing the slogan on the bag AND printing it in french on the other side. Not a commonplace thing by any means.

and the other side

The main square by the cathedral always has buskers and musicians performing to quite a high standard. This chap has become rather tired of waiting for a lift and has apparently expired on the job.


waiting and waiting
this chap was singing meaningful songs with clear words. Impressed.
not everyone was paying attention though
an art installation at the side of the cathedral. “The Casting Out” by Martin Elphick, 2016
descriptor board
Jesus Christ rising from the dead

OK folks there is quite a lot more to go so to save you endlessly scrolling I will do more in part deux. Scroll up and click the entry on the right above this one