In a field, nestled at the bottom of grassy hills and beside a rushing brook, is our wee tent. We are in Bath now. From millions to a quiet and supremely gorgeous town of 85, 000. Extremely resfreshing for our souls. In a few minutes, we'll take some leisure in a park that Jane Austen would have promenanded through. I love it here and am so glad we came. The city is dense and all built of creamy, yellow-tinged limestone, surrounded by lush treed hills. And the River Avon winds its way with narrow river boats through town.

Two days ago, we visited the natural, thermal baths that the Romans flocked to and worshipped at. They called it Aquae Sulis. 2000 years of history lays beneath the streets, but emerges in to the surface at the algea green baths. No longer swimmable, but still magical as they steam and bubble.

Tomorrow we are off to York and then to see the 8 month pregnant Kate in Scotland. I can't wait. At some moments I still just catch my breath and cannot believe I am really here. I never felt this more so than at Stonehenge yesterday. My first glimpse of it made me choke back tears. Strange and mysterious. I'll tell you more later. My library internet minutes are running out!! And I really must go lounge and snack and blend in to the beautiful scenery.

Miss you, my friends!