We drove to Bath by way of Tintagel, which is both a town and a promontory with a 13th-century castle ruin. The ruined castle certainly has archaeological interest, but its main draw is its association with the King Arthur legend. According to Geoffrey of Monmouth, Tintagel is where Arthur was conceived. To see the ruin required more time than we had, as it is a good trek out to the promontory, although you can pay to ride in a Land-Rover to the castle ticketing office. In short, Tintangel Castle is a destination, not a casual stop. So, we instead enjoyed the break in our drive by wandering about the village and having a bit of tea before heading on to Bath.
Bath
An easy, fairly boring drive on the M-5, got us by mid-afternoon to Great Pultney Street in Bath, where we double-parked, quickly dragged in our luggage, grabbed the hunting permit, and left again to find a spot for the car.
Our quarters: a large and elegant flat from the Regency era. Jane would feel at home.
We set out for a basic shop, strolling the broad walks of this 18th-century neighborhood along the way. The grocery store was on the other side of Pultney Bridge, one of the very few remaining inhabited bridges.
