It's been a long ride here. And while the clatter, noise, heat, humidity and bad English are still freshly imprinted at the back of my mind, I just cannot believe that I am back here, in Bath.
The first sight at Heathrow, that reminded me of UK was Cafe Nero. It's like I never left.
So here I am. Back in Bath. The air is crisp and cold, blustery wind and the Bath Christmas Market has just opened. Somehow it feels more Christmasy here, with the cold and lights all up. Despite our tropical Christmas light show in Orchard Road, it is not the same.
But if feels different though, cos somehow friends are no longer around and Bath, while it holds its attraction still, is a different place now.
And of cos it gets dark at 4pm. The weather looks gorgeous and I shld really go. It's 11.25
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